Johnny

There was a father and his young son living together since the mother had died of cancer. The son was still getting over his mother’s death but was content with living with his dad. One day the son asked if he could sit on his dad’s lap while he was working. The dad said no but the boy said “Mum let me do it all the time.” So the dad relented and let the boy sit on his lap.

The next day the dad took a shower and the boy came in and asked if he could shower as well. The dad said “Fine.” Halfway through the shower the boy pointed at his dad and said “What’s that daddy?” The dad said “Um, that’s Johnny. He doesn’t like to be annoyed.” Later in the night the boy has a bad dream and requests to sleep in bed with the dad. The dad, in a zombie like state, murmurs “yeah, yeah whatever.”

The next day the dad wakes up to a pool of blood in the middle of his sheets and screams “WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!” The boy walks in and says, “Johnny spat on me in the middle of the night, so I bit his head off.”