练习题 · 英文原题 · SEL-WR-TST-02
Kids in Charge
Your family has agreed to a challenge: for one Saturday, the children run the house and the adults must follow the children's rules.
Write a diary entry about the day.
In your diary entry, you could:
- describe the jobs you took on and what went wrong
- show how the adults coped with your rules
- explain what you learnt about running a home
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Saturday 14 March
Dear Diary,
Today I found out that being in charge is a lot harder than it looks. Honestly, being bossed around is easier.
It all started at breakfast last week, when I complained (very loudly) that I do everything around here. Dad put down his toast and said, "Fine. Next Saturday, you and Leila run the house. We'll follow your rules." Leila is my little sister and she is eight, so you can probably guess how that went.
Our first rule was "No screens for grown-ups until the chores are done." Mum groaned like she had been sentenced to prison. Our second rule was "Everyone must eat dessert first." That was Leila's idea, and I have to admit it was popular.
Then the actual jobs began. I wrote the shopping list and Leila was in charge of the washing. By ten o'clock, I had forgotten milk, eggs and bread, which are basically the three most important things in a kitchen. Leila had put my white school shirt in with Dad's red footy socks. My shirt is now a delicate shade of strawberry milkshake. I am not even joking.
Lunch was my disaster. I decided to make pancakes, because how hard can pancakes be? Very hard, it turns out. The first one stuck to the pan, the second one was raw in the middle and the third one set off the smoke alarm. Dad flapped a tea towel at the ceiling while Mum laughed so hard she had to sit on the floor.
The strange thing was that the adults were really good at following our rules. Mum vacuumed the lounge room without being asked twice. Dad even said "Yes, boss" when Leila told him to fold the towels into perfect triangles. I started to feel a tiny bit guilty about all the times I have rolled my eyes at them.
By dinner time, I was exhausted. We ordered fish and chips, which Dad said was "a very sensible leadership decision".
Lying in bed now, I keep thinking about how many small jobs Mum and Dad do every single day without anyone noticing. Nobody claps when the milk is in the fridge. It is just there. Tomorrow I am going to make my bed without being reminded, and I might even thank Mum for the clean shirts. Well, the ones that are still white.
Goodnight, Diary. Being the boss is hard work.