Just Like Dad

When I was maybe four years old, I can recall a moment when my dad and I were at home together. I was just running around doing four-year-old stuff, and my dad was working on some pastor notes or something, using a black permanent marker.

When he stepped out of the room, I decided that I wanted to mark stuff up just like Dad.

So I picked up the black permanent marker and started making my own notes: a few on his, a few on the walls, and all in prominent places so that people could see them and be proud of me.

For some reason, no one was proud of me. Instead, I got yelled at and spanked and my note-taking career was put on hold.

Anyway, for some reason I recalled this incident after seeing this post, and I can't help but wonder if karma will eventually rear its ugly head.

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