A five year old and a three year old are upstairs in their bedroom. 'You know what?' says the five year old, 'I think it's about time we started swearing.' The three year old nods his head in approval, so the five year old says, 'When we go downstairs for breakfast I'm gonna swear first, then you swear after me, ok?' 'Ok' the three year old, agrees with enthusiasm. The mother walks into the kitchen and asks the five year old what he wants for breakfast. 'Oh, shit mum, I don't know, I suppose 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 three 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 f@$#%^g Coco Pops'