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Alvin stormed up the stairs, shaking the house with every step. He should have been used to it by now, coming home to one mess after another nearly every day. But no matter how often it happened, no matter how predictable his son's schedule was, the ideas were always different and unexpected. David's imagination was just as bad, if not worse, than Alvin's had been at that age.
Simon called it genetics. Despite wanting to pound his brother every time he said that, Alvin had begun to wonder if it was true.
His eleven-year-old son dashed up the stairs after him, trailing dirt after him. "Pop, no! Don't take my video games!" he begged. "You just bought me that racing one two days ago for passing my math test! Please don't take it away!"
"Shoulda thought of that before you decided to bake a mudpieliterally," Alvin grumbled in return without looking back.
As he turned the corner and headed for David and AJ's bedroom, his son grabbed the stair railing and launched himself towards