three kids

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."