Feather: you know what, I think it's time we started swearing. when we go downstairs for breakfast, I'll swear first and then you

Chrissy: okay

*the next morning*

Kassie: what do you want for breakfast?

Feather: Cocoa Puffs, bitch

Josh: go to your room!

Josh, to Chrissy: what do you want, sweetheart?

Chrissy: dunno but it won't be fucking Cocoa Puffs