Simon was making preparations for dinner when he heard music playing faintly in the distance. Curiosity hung about him and he began making his way over to your room and was able to clearly make out the melody of the song. It was more inapt than he expected, far too inappropriate for a ten year old at that. He silently peaked in through the creak in the door and watched as you cavorted around whilst singing the lyrics to the song.

You were too busily dancing and singing to even notice your dad standing right behind you. Only then when you accidentally bumped into his large stature could you finally see him, dewy eyes nervously looking up at him as you fidgeted your fingers. “How come you know all the words to this filth?” Simon chastised sternly while folding his arms.