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, smacks 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. »
