Something humorous
I thought that I needed a little humor in my journal since its been so bleak the past month or so, so here ya go.
A 6 year old and a 4 year old are upstairs in their bedroom. "You know what?" says the 6 year old. "I think it's about time we started cussing." The 4 year old nods his head in approval. The 6 year old continues, "When we go downstairs for breakfast, I'm gonna say something with 'hell' and you say something with 'ass'.
The 4 year old agrees with enthusiasm. When their mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 6 year old what he wants for breakfast, he replies, "Aw, hell, Mom, I guess I'll have some Cheerios."
He flies out of his chair, tumbles across the kitchen floor, gets up, and runs upstairs crying his! eyes out, with his mother in hot pursuit, slapping his rear with every step. His mom locks him in his
room and shouts, "You can just stay there until you think about what you just said. Don't even think about leaving your room until I let you out!"
She then comes back downstairs, looks at the 4 year old and asks with a stern voice, "And what do YOU want for breakfast, young man?"
"I don't know," he blubbers, "but you can bet your fat ass it won't be Cheerios."
A 6 year old and a 4 year old are upstairs in their bedroom. "You know what?" says the 6 year old. "I think it's about time we started cussing." The 4 year old nods his head in approval. The 6 year old continues, "When we go downstairs for breakfast, I'm gonna say something with 'hell' and you say something with 'ass'.
The 4 year old agrees with enthusiasm. When their mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 6 year old what he wants for breakfast, he replies, "Aw, hell, Mom, I guess I'll have some Cheerios."
He flies out of his chair, tumbles across the kitchen floor, gets up, and runs upstairs crying his! eyes out, with his mother in hot pursuit, slapping his rear with every step. His mom locks him in his
room and shouts, "You can just stay there until you think about what you just said. Don't even think about leaving your room until I let you out!"
She then comes back downstairs, looks at the 4 year old and asks with a stern voice, "And what do YOU want for breakfast, young man?"
"I don't know," he blubbers, "but you can bet your fat ass it won't be Cheerios."