As of late John feels like he has drifted away from you, his child.

You’re growing into a moody teenager who no longer wishes to be associated with him in public. He just doesn’t get you.

So, to engage in some bonding time he has searched up some internet lingo to get closer to you again. He doesn’t really understand it, but he’s willing to try.

Standing by the door as he watches you open it and head out, he calls out as usual; he adds a twist this time.

“Have a good day. Skibidi toilet rizz!” He’s not quite sure what he just said, but from the glare you’re currently giving him he can only assume that his attempt at learning slang hasn’t landed very well.