A single mom is at wits end with her two young boys as nearly every word out of their mouths is a cuss word. The mother hears of a therapist in town that has had great success in correcting bad behavior in children so she takes the boys to see him.
The therapist speaks with both of the boys then excuses them and calls in the mother. The therapist tells the mother that the boys are so far gone that only the most extreme measures will correct their behavior. He goes on to tell the mother that, the next time either of the boys utters a curse word, she must beat the child. The mother, shocked at this recommendation, tells the therapist that she doesn't think she can do what he suggests. The therapist apologizes and tells the mother that, in his professional opinion, this is the only solution to her problem. The mother takes the children and goes home.
A morning a few days later, after the boys seem to have gotten worse, they come down for breakfast. The mother asks them what they want to eat and one of the boys says "Just give me some of those f*ck'in Cheerios". In total frustration, the mother relents to the therapists suggestion and just wails on the child until he's laying in a ball on the kitchen floor. She then looks at the other boy and asks him, "What do YOU want for breakfast?" The boy, looking at his brother on the floor crying, responds "I don't know, but I don't want any of those f*ck'in Cheerios".



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