A father is putting away groceries into a pantry. His daughter, who is twelve at most, comes running up to him. She has just come home from school and is still wearing her back pack.
DAUGHTER: Daddy, Daddy! I have to write a story about our family!
FATHER: (not paying attention) Hmmmm . . .
DAUGHTHER: And I want to do one on you and Mommy!
FATHER: (not paying attention) That’s nice.
DAUGHTER: How did you and Mommy meet?
The father pauses and thinks.
FATHER: Fuck, I don’t even know if you’re mine.
The daughter stands in silence.
FATHER: Your sister definitely came from me, but you? Pfbfbfbtbtbttt, shit, your momma fucked a lot of people sweetie.
The father continues putting away his groceries.
FATHER: Now go wash your hands, dinner will be soon.