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 started 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 something with h*ll and you say something with a$$.' The 4 year old agrees with enthusiasm.

When the mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 6 year old what he wants for breakfast, he replies, 'Aw, h*ll, 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 with every step. His mom locks him in his room and shouts, 'You can stay there until 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 a$$ it won't be Cheerios!'

Smokey thats a good one. Here is one that actually happened.

One night my wife and I with our two young sons were returning home from eating out. I did not leave the front porch light on and it was very dark. We had a rather large black lab named Bobby and he was laying on the front steps as I walked up them towards the front door. I could not see him and I tripped over him and banged my shin bone on the brick steps. I tumbled over and into the shrubs. The kids started laughing and so did my wife. It hurt like H ell and I jump without thinking and say "You son of a B*tch!" Before I even realized what I had said my wife says "Boys do not listen to what your daddy just said." I told my kids to not repeat that word , it was a bad word.

Several days later we were coming back home once again from a ball game and my dad and mom were with us. As my older son who at the time was around 8 years old walks up to the steps he sees Bobby laying on the front steps again. He says in a loud voice "Dad that son of a B*tch is back on the steps!" The look on my moms face was utter horror. My dad busts out laughing. My wife is so poed it is not even funny. And I am left there to explain why it all happened.

Coach - now that's funny!

That's a good one Coach May.

When I was little, my parents owned a garbage company, and landfill. At the landfill, there was a Caterpillar D8 bulldozer. I never knew it was called anything other than a 'Son of a B*tch' for most of my young years. I was probably 10 years old when I first heard bulldozer!