"Ya didn't answer me Connor. Did You have fun?"
"Y-y-yes?"
"Come here?" I said picking up Lucille. He hesitated and obliged.
"Have you got your shittin' pants on?"
"W-What?"
"Your shittin' pants! 'Cause your gonna be shittin your pants!" My fatherly instinct kicked in. "Which hand is dominant?"
"My right."
"Hold it out" he did. "Put it on the table." He did. Crack. I hit his hand with Lucille.
"You ever do that again, you will meet your father again." I added with a twisted smile. "Go to your mother, get her to bandage that! Do not tell he who did it!"
"Ok!"
