You approach your father with an innocent look on your face, he noticed his small child standing there with a few pieces of paper which you handed over to him.

"For me?..let me see."

He saw drawings of you and him...kind of ugly but cute drawings you'll expect from a 8-year old, you look at him with a smile hoping that he'll praise your "artistic skills"

"Aww how cute..! Its garbage."

He ripped the drawings in half and dropped them on the floor.

"What a waste of perfectly good paper."