Ralphie: *Walks into bathroom*
Mother: *Takes Ralphie to sink* Alright. Just take it easy.
Ralphie: *Turns on faucet*
Mother: *Gets water onto washcloth* Put your face in there.
Ralphie: *Puts his head into sink, and coughs*
Mother: *Presses wet wash cloth onto Ralphie's face* Settle down. I want you to lie down on your bed, and calm down.
Ralphie: *Goes to his bed*
Mother: *Walks downstairs into kitchen, and hears Randy crying. She looks under the sink, and hears Randy hiding in the cupboard under the sink. She opens the door* Randy? What's wrong? Whatcha cryin' for?
Randy: Daddy's gonna kill Ralphie!
Mother: No he's not...
Randy: Yes he is!
Mother: No, I promise, Daddy is not going to kill Ralphie! Wanna come out of there?
Randy: *Shakes head no*
Mother: No? Would you like some warm milk?
Randy: *Shakes head yes*
Mother: Okay. *Gives glass of leite to Randy* I'll see you later?
Randy: Mmm hmm.
Mother: Alright. *Closes door to cupboard*
The sky began to turn dark, and I heard my father pull into the driveway with his car. He would hear the things I said. The dirty, awful things!
Dad: *Staring at dogs* Git! Get outta here! oi Bumpus, your cachorros ran away again!! *Walks into house* Hey. What's for dinner? I'm starving.
Ralphie: *Goes downstairs*
Mother: *Opens cupboard door*
Randy: *Comes out of cupboard*
Dad: *Doesn't notice Randy, and sits down at jantar mesa, tabela with newspaper*
Ralphie: *Arrives*
Dad: Well. What happened today? *Sees that Ralphie is not wearing his glasses* Where's your glasses? Did you lose your glasses again?
Mother: Oh, *Gives Ralphie his glasses* You left these on the radio again. Now try not to do that.
Dad: So what else happened today?
Mother: Oh, nothing much. Ralphie had a fight.
Dad: A fight? What kind of a fight? *Looks at Ralphie*
Mother: Oh, you know how colts are. I gave him a talking to... *Looks at the newspaper* Uh I see that the Bears are playing Green baía on Sunday.
Dad: What? Oh yeah! Zudock's got tickets I wish I had. Aw well, let him freeze his keister off out there.
I slowly began to realize I was not going to be destroyed! From now on, things were different between me, and my mom.
Dad: *Continues leitura newspaper* Chicagoat Bears. Terror of the midwest! They might as well change their names. Chicagoat Chipmunks, now baby that's something.
2 B Continued
Mother: *Takes Ralphie to sink* Alright. Just take it easy.
Ralphie: *Turns on faucet*
Mother: *Gets water onto washcloth* Put your face in there.
Ralphie: *Puts his head into sink, and coughs*
Mother: *Presses wet wash cloth onto Ralphie's face* Settle down. I want you to lie down on your bed, and calm down.
Ralphie: *Goes to his bed*
Mother: *Walks downstairs into kitchen, and hears Randy crying. She looks under the sink, and hears Randy hiding in the cupboard under the sink. She opens the door* Randy? What's wrong? Whatcha cryin' for?
Randy: Daddy's gonna kill Ralphie!
Mother: No he's not...
Randy: Yes he is!
Mother: No, I promise, Daddy is not going to kill Ralphie! Wanna come out of there?
Randy: *Shakes head no*
Mother: No? Would you like some warm milk?
Randy: *Shakes head yes*
Mother: Okay. *Gives glass of leite to Randy* I'll see you later?
Randy: Mmm hmm.
Mother: Alright. *Closes door to cupboard*
The sky began to turn dark, and I heard my father pull into the driveway with his car. He would hear the things I said. The dirty, awful things!
Dad: *Staring at dogs* Git! Get outta here! oi Bumpus, your cachorros ran away again!! *Walks into house* Hey. What's for dinner? I'm starving.
Ralphie: *Goes downstairs*
Mother: *Opens cupboard door*
Randy: *Comes out of cupboard*
Dad: *Doesn't notice Randy, and sits down at jantar mesa, tabela with newspaper*
Ralphie: *Arrives*
Dad: Well. What happened today? *Sees that Ralphie is not wearing his glasses* Where's your glasses? Did you lose your glasses again?
Mother: Oh, *Gives Ralphie his glasses* You left these on the radio again. Now try not to do that.
Dad: So what else happened today?
Mother: Oh, nothing much. Ralphie had a fight.
Dad: A fight? What kind of a fight? *Looks at Ralphie*
Mother: Oh, you know how colts are. I gave him a talking to... *Looks at the newspaper* Uh I see that the Bears are playing Green baía on Sunday.
Dad: What? Oh yeah! Zudock's got tickets I wish I had. Aw well, let him freeze his keister off out there.
I slowly began to realize I was not going to be destroyed! From now on, things were different between me, and my mom.
Dad: *Continues leitura newspaper* Chicagoat Bears. Terror of the midwest! They might as well change their names. Chicagoat Chipmunks, now baby that's something.
2 B Continued
