Danny, age 6 and Paddy, age 4, are upstairs in their bedroom. “You know what?” said Danny. “I think it’s about time we started cussing.” Paddy nods his head in approval. Danny continues, “When we go downstairs for breakfast, I’m gonna say something with ‘hell’ and you say something with 'damn'.” Paddy agrees with enthusiasm. When their mother walks into the kitchen and asks Danny what he wants for breakfast, he replies, “Aw hell Mom, I guess I’ll have some oatmeal.” Whack! He flies out of his chair, tumbles across the kitchen floor, and runs upstairs crying his eyes out with his mother in hot pursuit, slapping his rear with every step. She locks him in his room and shouts, “You can stay in there until I let you out.” She then comes back downstairs, looks at Paddy and asks with a stern voice, “And what might YOU want for breakfast, young man? “I don’t know,” he sobs, “but you can bet it won’t be that damn oatmeal."
