Thread: What's for breakfast

>A little boy comes down to breakfast.
>Since they live on a farm, his mother asks if he had done his chores.
>
>"Not yet," said the little boy.
>
>His mother tells him no breakfast until he does his chores.
>Well, he's a little , so he goes to feed the chickens, and he kicks
>a chicken.
>He goes to feed the cows, and he kicks a cow.
>He goes to feed the pigs, and he kicks a pig.
>
>He goes back in for breakfast and his mother gives him a bowl of dry
>cereal.
>
>"How come I don't get any eggs and bacon? Why don't I have any milk in
>my cereal?" he asks.
>
>"Well," his mother says, "I saw you kick chicken, so you don't get any
>eggs
>for a week. I saw you kick the pig, so you don't get any bacon for a week
>either. I also saw you kick the cow, so for a week you aren't getting any
>milk."
>
>Just then, his father comes down for breakfast and kicks the cat halfway
>across the kitchen.
>
>The little boy looks up at his mother with a smile, and says, "Are you
>going to tell him, or should I tell him.