Three kids come down to the kitchen and sit around the breakfast table. The mother asks the oldest boy what heâ€™d like to eat. "Iâ€™ll have some fuckinâ€™ 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 fuckinâ€™ 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 donâ€™t know," he says meekly, "but I definitely donâ€™t want the fuckinâ€™ French toast."