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A 6-year-old and a 4-year-old are upstairs in their bedroom.
"You know what?" says the 6-year-old. "I think it's
about time we start cussing." The 4-year-old nods his head in
approval. The 6-year-old continues. "When we go downstairs for
breakfast I'm gonna say "hell" and you say "ass."
"OK!" The 4 year old agrees with enthusiasm.
Their mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 6-year-old what he
wants for breakfast.
"Aw hell, Mom, I guess I'll have some Cheerios."
WHACK! He flies out of his chair, tumbles across the kitchen floor,
gets up, and runs upstairs crying his eyes out, with his mother in
hot pursuit, slapping his rear every step. The mom locks him in his
room & shouts "You can just stay there till I let you out!"
She then comes back downstairs, looks at the 4-year-old, and asks
with a stern voice, "And what do YOU want for breakfast young
man?" "I don't know," he blubbers, "But you can
bet your fat ass it won't be Cheerios"

I know some parents who will relate to that!

Been there!

Ah, I'm reminded of my childhood!!! ;)

I didnt get smacked, I got a bar of Ivory soap in my mouth... ewwwww

Ya mean you literally got your mouth washed out with soap??? Gross!!

Dally wrote:Ya mean you literally got your mouth washed out with soap??? Gross!!

Yes Dally in OUR DAY, that was done (I can STILL taste it too!!)

And hence, we ARE the people our parents warned us about!

Sheesh, this is one time that I'm glad I'm a younger generation PH!! :)

Good one, RWM!!

Sea Story:

When he was three, one of my keets was standing on his chair in the kitchen. Dad said, "Son, sit down."

"No!"

"Son, I said SIT DOWN!!"

Kiddo looks defiantly at Dad and says, "NO! And I have a funny word for you, Daddy. F*CK YOU!!"



Only thing kept the little darlin' from harm was the fact that he really had NO idea what he'd said... He learned it from the five year old down the street. We moved from that neighborhood not long thereafter.

(And no, I didn't administer soap. That was strike one. I always figured that the first time they used a word, they *might* not realize it was ugly. Strike one resulted in an explanation that the word was out of bounds. Strike two and follow-ons meant soap. )

True story to demonstrate just how very protected I was growing up: when I was in 6th grade, I called my teacher a "*itch" when I got really mad. I SWEAR TO GOD I thought it just meant pretty much the same thing as "witch." A day of suspension (the only one I ever had in my life) and a LOT of tense moments at home later, I learned that it had completely different connotations than I knew about.

I SWEAR I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT IT MEANT WHEN I SAID IT!

Sure Auntie, sure!!! :)

I know it sounds unbelievable, but it's true! I promise!