Looky here, Junior.
Show me what's in your hand, you've been catching flies by the river without my permission.
But dad, you said I could fly if I caught a fly.
No son, I said you can be if you sting like a bee.
But dad, didn't you tell me..
No, son, I'm not really here.
_sombre silence ensues, the boy drops his interest in life, daddy wasn't really there-