A 7 year old boy and his 4 year old brother are upstairs in their bedroom.
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> 'You know what?', says the 7 year old, 'I think it's about time we started
> swearing.'
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> The 4 year old nods his head in approval.
>
> 'When we go downstairs for breakfast I'm going to swear first, then you
> swear after me, OK?'
>
> 'OK, OK' the 4 year old agrees with enthusiasm.
>
> The mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 7 year old what he wants
> for breakfast.
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> 'I'll have some of that Weetbix shit !'
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> *SMACK*!! He flew out of his chair, tumbled across the kitchen floor, got
> up, and ran upstairs crying his eyes out.
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> She looked at the 4 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 fucking Weetbix!'