The Blame Game
Becky grabbed her head and grunted. I can’t take it. That twerp’s gonna get it!
Growling, she looked over the destruction that had been their living room an hour before. Toys and torn paper littered the floor, waiting to be stepped on like tiny landmines.
Where’d he get the paper… Her eyes widened at seeing her name on what was left of the top corner of her report.
“THOMAS! Get down here!”
Thumping on the stairs, followed by his head poking out from around the corner signaled his arrival. “Mom’s gonna be mad at you.”
“You should’ve stopped me.”