[originaltext]Daughter: Dad，dad. What’s for breakfast?Dad:[Dad mumbles someth

Daughter: Dad，dad. What’s for breakfast?
Dad:
[Dad mumbles something. ]
Daughter: Dad?
Dad: What?
Daughter: What’s for breakfast?
Dad: Uh，there’s a banana on the kitchen counter. Enjoy.
Daughter: Dad，that banana’s all bruised，and it looks like the eat took a bite out of it last night…dad.  Wake up.
Dad: Okay. Uh，there’s some cereal in the cupboard. Help yourself.
Daughter: But there’s no milk.
Dad: Well，just mix up some powered milk.
Daughter: Ah，no way. That stuff is nasty and warm. Come on，dad。
Dad: Uh，okay. I guess I could make some pancakes.
Daughter: Uh，no. The last time you made pancakes，they were as hard as rocks. Even the dog wouldn’t touch them
Dad: That bad?[Yeah. ]Alright. Wait!Why in the world are we having this conversation anyway? You’re 19 years old. Make your own breakfast. I’m going back to bed.
Daughter: Because you love me…plus you said that you’d make something for me if I cleaned the dishes last night.
Dad: Okay. How about some eggs and bacon?I can’t go wrong there.
Daughter: Okay，but don’t put any of that funny stuff in it…you know，those weird mushrooms like you did last time.
Dad: Okay，okay. So，you want me to keep things simple，right?
Daughter: Exactly. But，please hurry. My friend is picking me up in a few minutes.
Dad: On a Saturday morning?
Daughter: Yeah. He’s taking me fishing.
Dad: Fishing?Since when did you start liking fishing?
Daughter: Since Dirk gave me this ring!What do you think?
Dad: What?Wait. I’m not going to ask. Let me get breakfast on the table…Then，we’ll have a long chat.
Daughter: Oh，he’s here. I’ll just take the $20 bill out of your wallet. I can buy breakfast on the way. Bye.
Dad: Oh，no!