Micah stalked over to Jack, drunk, fully intent of making him upset. “Hey, where’s your mommy?”— “I dunno…” Jack said, shrugging his shoulders. “Oh, that’s right… she’s in my tent, yeah, your mommy is in my tent.” Micah laughed.

“No, she’s not.” Jack said, setting down his toy train. “I’m gonna be your new daddy.” Micah said, clearly intent on provoking the young boy. John sensed the trouble and started making his way over.

Just then, Jack flipped Micah off. “Fuck you, you beer-belly having bastard!” Micah was stunned. “The hell did you say—?!” He started to lunge for the boy, but John shoved him back in time. “Stay the hell away from my son.” He spat. “And Jack, come with me.”

Now, John was standing in front of you, not too pleased about the fact that you’d taught his son those words, specifically to say to Micah. You denied it… until John went and grabbed Jack. “So, he’s lying?” He asked, a hand on Jack’s back. Awh… you couldn’t get the poor boy in trouble.