Thanks to Don Steinberg

On a Saturday morning, three boys come down to the kitchen and sit around the breakfast table.  

Their mother asks the oldest boy what he'd like to eat.

"I'll have some fuckin' French toast," outraged at his crude language.  She hits him and sends him upstairs.

When she calms down, she asks the middle child what he wants.  "Well, I guess that leaves more fuckin' French toast for me," he says.  The mom is livid and She smacks him and sends him away.

Finally, she looks at the youngest son and asks him what he wants for breakfast.

"I don't know," he says meekly, "but I definitely don't want the fuckin' French toast!"