Like Father, Like Son
Copyright 2012 Timothy Paterson
When David walked into the house, he tossed his backpack onto the couch and hung his jacket in the hall closet. His mother walked into the living room at the same time.
“Oh good, you’re home,” she asked. “Could you please help me with dinner?”
“Why can’t the girls help you?” asked David, somewhat annoyed.
“Because they’re all upstairs doing homework,” said his mother. “Please, David? I would really appreciate it.”
David suddenly remembered something and said; “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll help you with dinner, if you’ll help me with a project for my genetics class.”
“Okay,” said Mrs. Browning. “What do I have to do?”
“Well,” said David, “the lab assignment is to compare DNA profiles of relatives. I need to compare my DNA with the DNA of one or both of my parents. If I can get both yours and Dad’s profiles, I will get extra points.”
“Well, you might as well forget about asking your father,” said Mrs. Browning. “You know that he doesn’t like to have needles stuck in him. Besides, he gets light headed at the sight of his own blood, which is odd, since he sees blood all of the time with his job. In fact, let’s not ask him. I think that it might embarrass him.”