When my first son was about three,
my ex-wife bought a kitten, despite me a) hating cats, and b) being highly allergic to cats. (partly hence ex, etc...)

Walking downstairs one morning, we heard giggling from the front room where CJ (son) was playing. Entering the room, we saw CJ had the kitten held up by it's neck, with his thumb pressed firmly in its windpipe. He was giggling, and the cat was struggling for breath.

We got rid shortly after, it was the perfect excuse to get rid of the little shit. The kitten, not my son. We kept my son.
(V3lvetPresley, Fri 1 Feb 2013, 20:17, 6 replies)

Does your son
Wet the bed and have a penchant for arson?

And would the neighbours describe him as “a quiet type, keeps himself to himself”?
(Eukanuba, Fri 1 Feb 2013, 21:27, closed)

Ahh the McDonald triad, chortle chortle.
(Finster Ate a cat biscuit for a bet, Fri 1 Feb 2013, 23:37, closed)

He can't answer. Patricide.

( 4Q just lurking, Fri 1 Feb 2013, 23:49, closed)

Your son requires immediate psychiatric evaluation.

( BraynDedd Natasha Kaplinsky's labia majora, Sat 2 Feb 2013, 10:47, closed)

I'd be inclined to take him into protective custody first and then examine the parents.

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Sat 2 Feb 2013, 16:16, closed)

The poor wee shite is called CJ
it's no wonder he's a psycho in the making.
( Mrs Entity is in hiding., Sun 3 Feb 2013, 17:55, closed)