There was 3 of us kids growing up. One sister was just a little older than me. One day she told me it was time we learned to cuss. She said that next time we were talking to mom she’d say something that included the word “hell”. I was to then say something that included “ass”. Next morning mom asked her what she wanted for breakfast and she replied “Hell, think I’ll have some Cheerios”. Mom wacked her good and she took off crying with mom chasing her down the hall. When mom came back she said “well, what do YOU want for breakfast.” I looked at her said “oh I don’t know but you can bet your ass it ain’t Cheerios.”
