Today's OneWord: Scorn

My scorn was not unbridled toward the tiny child sitting with a beanie on his head and a red lollipop that was growing sticky in his left hand. He stood above the wreckage of what used to be little cars and green soldiers and building blocks, and the look on his pink face was more than sheepish.

"Billy," I growled.

He lowered his head. "Msry."

"What was that?"