Daddy’s Boy. Casey Watson

say now would surprise me. What a singular kid!’

      John shrugged off his own jacket and ran a hand through his hair. ‘It’s hard to know where to start really, and most unusual. You’re right. He’s a funny kid.’

      ‘Funny doesn’t even cover it. Perhaps I’m out of touch,’ I said, conscious that I was of pre-naughty-step vintage, ‘but I can honestly say I never realised there were five-year-olds who could speak like that.’

      ‘It’s obviously all he knows,’ John said. ‘It seems completely second nature, doesn’t it? I honestly don’t think he has any idea that the language he uses is inappropriate.’

      ‘Which begs the next question – what sort of world has he come from?’