*Like Father

Intro: I don't think people always realize that children are just sponges.

The sound of the rain pattered on the roof of the porch, punctuating the movements of the people inside. Two small children played with blocks in the living room. Their game consisted of building towers and knocking them down. The thunder and lightning only added to their destruction enjoyment. Jenny was old enough to know not all the rumblings they heard came from the weather. Dallas banged two blocks together even as their mother shouted.

“Don’t give me another excuse. You don’t even help out at home.”

Jenny shivered as their father replied in kind, his low voice lost among another round of thunder. When the thunder ended she just heard him say.

“Do as I say, woman. I am your husband.”

“Again.” Dallas tossed the blocks to her and clapped his hands. Jenny built another tower but before she was even finished, Dallas knocked it down with a giggle.

“Again.”

“No, I don’t want to,” Jenny said. She moved over to the TV and turned it on.

“Do I say. Wooman.” Dallas stomped his foot.

Jenny frowned. “You didn’t even help.”

“Now look what you started,” her mother said.

Jenny looked up at her parents. They stood in the hall wearing frowns.

“This is your fault,” her father replied.