Early one Saturday morning, two young boys - Jason, 7 & Harry, 5 - were talking. Jason was telling his younger brother about the curse words he had heard at school the previous day. Neither boy was sure what the two words meant, but knew that they would have to use them to be considered Big Boys.
"Boys, come down for breakfast!" their mother called. The two boys looked at each other and swiftly swore a pact. Jason would use the word "fuck" at breakfast, and Harry would use the word "ass" thereafter. Then they would be Big Boys.
The two lads scurried down to the kitchen where their mother had assembled eggs, bacon & toast, even warming up the waffle iron. The two boys took their traditional seats at the table. Mom smiled at her two young men and asked "what would you guys like for breakfast today? Your choice!"
Harry looked at Jason, and Jason looked back. Then Jason turned to his mother and said "well, fuck, I would like Cheerios for breakfast."
Without missing a beat, mom backhanded Jason so he flew out of the chair to the floor. More shocked than truly hurt, he popped up to his feet and saw anger and pain in his mother's eyes. Jason burst into tears and ran from the kitchen, not stopping until his was buried under he covers of his bed.
Mom slowly turned to Harry, who was wide-eyed and shaking in his chair. With ice in her voice, she asked her youngest son "and what do YOU want for breakfast?"
Harry, no fool he, promptly decided he understood he was being tested, to see if he had learned a lesson here. And he had. Trembling, Harry replied "you can bet your ass it's not Cheerios!"
