"I love my father, but sometimes he can get on my nerves. It’s hard to
explain why exactly. It’s just little things he does, here and there,
that bother me. For example, sometimes he shits into his hands and then
throws the shit into my face while jumping up and down and screaming. I
know he’s just trying to be funny—and it is funny, I can see
that.
But there’s just something about it that bugs me. I’ve asked him
politely not to do it anymore, but I always get the same reaction. He
just rolls his yellow eyes and says, “I’m sorry, your majesty.”
My father’s been calling me “your majesty” for as long as I can
remember. He does it whenever I rinse off fruit before eating it, or
catch grubs with a stick instead of my fingers."