Two brothers are in their room at night formulating a plan.

“I think we’re old enough to start cussing,” the older brother says. “Tomorrow morning, I’m going to say ‘hell’ and you’re going to say ‘ass’, ok?” His younger brother agrees to the plan.

The boys go downstairs in the morning and their mom asks them what they would like for breakfast.

“Aw hell Mom, can’t I just have some cheerios?” the older brother asks. His mother slaps him across the face and sends him to his room.

She turns to her younger son and asks him what he’d like for breakfast.

“I don’t know,” he says. “But you can bet your sweet ass it won’t be cheerios.”