Kids And Coco Pops

A seven years old and a four years old kids are upstairs in their bedroom.

“You know what?”, says the seven years old,

“I think it’s about time we started swearing.”

The four years old nods his head in approval.

“When we go downstairs for breakfast I’m gonna swear first, then you swear after me, ok?”

“Ok”, the four years old agrees with enthusiasm.

The mother walks into the kitchen and asks the seven years old what he wants for breakfast.

“Oh sh.., mum, I guess I’ll have some Coco Pops.”

WHACK!!

He flew out of his chair, tumbled across the kitchen floor, got up, and ran upstairs crying his eyes out.

She looked at the four years 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 bloody Coco Pops.”