lessons at breakfast

ok, a single father of two young boys was at wits' end over how to stop them from using profanity. He'd tried reasoning with them, timeouts, etc. and nothing had worked. So he hits upon a plan: the next time either of them utters a vulgarity, just belt 'im a good one.

Next moring, the boys come down for breakfast. The first one says, "Pass me those goddamn cornflakes." No sooner had he spoken, his old man backhands the kid right out of his chair and across the floor. He looks at the other boy and says, "What about you?" The second kid says, "Well, you can bet your sweet ass I don't want none of them goddamn cornflakes!"