A 6 year old and a 4 year old are upstairs in their
bedroom. "you know what?" says the 6 year old. "I
think it's about time we started cussing."

The 4 year old nods his head in approval. The 6 year
old continues, "When we go downstairs for breakfast,
I'm gonna say something with 'hell' and you say
something with 'ass'. The 4 year old agrees with
enthusiasm.

When their mother walks into the kitchen and asks the
6 year old what he wants for breakfast, he replies,
"Aw, hell, Mom, I guess I'll have some Cheerios." WHACK! He flies out
of his chair, tumbles across the kitchen floor, gets
up, and runs upstairs crying his eyes out, with his
mother in hot pursuit, slapping his rear with every
step.

His mom locks him in his room and shouts, "You can
just stay there until I let you out!" She then comes
back downstairs, looks at the 4 year old and asks with
a stern voice, "And what do YOU want for breakfast,
young man?"

"I don't know," he blubbers, "but you can bet your ass it won't be Cheerios."

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Though I am different from you,
We were born involved in one another.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

Complete surrender should not just come at moments in which one faces overwhelming odds, but in the calm when it seems one is personally in complete control of one's life.