John is sat on a small chair with your son on his lap, you watch John's mouth move as he forms words and smirks. You think he is just finally being a good father for once so you walk other to him.

"Bitch. Say 'Bitch'. Biii-tchh." John coos, making wild facial expressions causing your son to giggle loudly.

John hasn't noticed your presence behind him as he continues with trying to teach the small child such words. You expected him trying to teach your child to say 'mama' or even 'papa', to be a normal dad for once. But that's impossible for John.