A real bastard

A little boy is standing at the side of a river, weeping.His tears are streaming down his cheeks.An elderly lady passes by and feels pity for him.“What is the matter, young boy? Why are you crying?““It’s mean!“, the boy sniffed, „My daddy drowned all fourlittle kittens we had yesterday!““That’s awful indeed !“, the lady replied angrily, „Yourfather is a real bastard!'“Yes“, said the little boy, „He had promised to me thatI could do it.“