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 for breakfast I'm going to swear 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 !"


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!"

Carol McGinn

RIYAN Productions