A wee 7 year old Aberdonian loon and his 5 year old brother are upstairs in their bedroom. 'De ye ken fit?', says the 7 year old, 'I think it's aboot time we started sweering.' The 5 year old nods his head in approval. 'Fin we ging doonstairs fir breakfast am gan to sweer first, then ye Kin sweer after me, ok?' 'Aye!' the 5 year old agrees with enthusiasm. The mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 7 year old what he wants For breakfast. 'A'll hae some of that Weetabix shit !! *SMACK*!! He flew out of his chair, tumbled across the kitchen floor, got up, and ran upstairs crying his eyes out. She looked at the 5 year old and asked with a stern voice, 'And what do YOU want for breakfast, young man????' 'I dinna ken,' he blubbers, 'but it winna be fucking Weetabix!'