His father's son

I walked in the door after work and the conversation went something like this;
"Chrish broke the phone."
"What happened? Did he throw it?"
"I don't know, it's in the trash."
"Does it work at all?"
"I don't think so, he took it apart."
"Why? I mean I know the msg. play button was stuck, but.."
"He tried to fix it."
"Well, now we don't have a phone until payday."
"What?! I need a phone! I'm going to go buy a phone. Will you make Chrish pay me back?"
"I can try, or if you wait till payday, I can pay you back."

sigh....

These are definite shades of his father. When Mark and I first started dating, my hair dryer stopped working. At the time Mark was working in commercial maintenance repair, fixing things like dishwashers, refrigerators, stoves, lights, etc... He offered to take a "look" at my hair dryer. About a week later, I asked him if he'd had any luck fixing it. He got a really sheepish look on his face, walked over to the antique sideboard in his dining room, pulled open a drawer and then poured a handful of plastic shards into my hand and said, "It didn't survive the autopsy."