Sugar puffs.

[Keith Dean]

A seven-year-old boy and his four-yearold
brother were upstairs in their bedroom.
The seven-year-old says, "I think it's
about time we started swearing." The
younger brother nods his head in approval.
The seven-year-old says, "When we go
downstairs for breakfast, I'm going to
swear first, then you swear after me,
okay?"
"Okay," nods the four-year-old.
Their mother walks into the kitchen and
asks the seven-year-old what he wants for
breakfast. "Oh number two, mum, I don't know, I
suppose I'll have some sugar puffs."
His mother gives him a sharp smack
across the head, knocking him out of his
chair and across the kitchen foor. He gets
up and runs upstairs, crying his eyes out.
She looks at the four-year-old and asked
with a stern voice, "And what do YOU want
for breakfast, young man?"
"I don't know," he blubbers, "but it won't
be fu##ing sugar puffs."

[HelenR]