Three kids come down to the kitchen and sit around the breakfast
table. The mother asks the oldest boy what he’d like to eat. "I’ll
have some fuckin’ French toast," he says.
The mother is outraged at his language, hits him, and sends him
upstairs. She asks the middle child what he wants. "Well, I guess
that leaves more fuckin’ French toast for me," he says. She is
livid, smacks him, and sends him away.
Finally she asks the youngest son what he wants for breakfast.
"I don’t know," he says meekly, "but I definitely don’t want the
fuckin’ French toast."
