It was light and summery, adorned with bright coloured hibiscus flowers. It was the kind of shirt Duncan loved. He discovered it at a Summer clearance sale and snapped it up.
At home, he immediately changed into his new prize. He presented himself before his thirteen year old daughter, Farrah.
“What do you think?” he asked.
Farrah cast a cynical gaze across Duncan’s proud new purchase.
“Well?” insisted Duncan.
Farrah rolled her eyes. “Dad, your shirt looks wet. No, I’m wrong. It’s just tacky.”
Duncan’s heart dropped. “That’s so savage.”
“Well, Dad, what did you expect? You asked for my opinion?”
“It’s not that bad.”
“It’s hideous,” said Farrah.
Duncan shrugged. “You’ll get used to it.”
“Why?” Farrah’s question sounded more like an accusation.
“I’m gonna pick you up from school, every day, wearing this shirt,” threatened Duncan.
Terror filled Farrah’s eyes. “Don’t you dare.”
Duncan smiled. “What can I say? Savagery runs in the family.”