A Day in the Life [2b/?]
anonymous
June 6 2009, 00:41:28 UTC
“Boy, it’s too early in the morning to be yelling! I asked if you were going to join us for breakfast.” Arthur repeated, but Alfred kept staring at him blankly. Matthew elbowed his brother and showed him something that looked suspiciously like ear plugs.
“Oh yeah!” Alfred yelled before reaching up and pulling the plugs out of his own ears. “Sorry father. What were you saying?”
Arthur stared at the boys in shock, not having expected them to be wearing ear plugs. “Why-what-Why are you guys using ear plugs?” The boys turned bright red and turned away, refusing to look Arthur in the eye. “Answer me,” He said sternly, “Or else no breakfast.”
“We were wearing them because, um,” Matthew bravely started, but his face only grew redder and he used his polar bear to hide it. “On second thought, I’ll just miss breakfast.”
“You and maman are too loud!” Alfred shouted before joining his brother in hiding his face.
Arthur continued staring at them. Too loud? What were they too loud doing-Oh. At night. Oh. Arthur turned away from the boys, his face a matching red. “Oh, well, sorry. We’ll try to k-keep it down in the future,” He muttered. “Breakfast is-soon,” And with that, Arthur was out of the room, still feeling mortified.
“Marianne!” He shouted as he returned to the kitchen, barely noticing that it had been cleaned and an edible breakfast was on the table. “You wouldn’t believe what the boys just told me.”
“Hm? And what would that be, Arthur?” She snapped, obviously still perturbed over the kitchen incident.
“They said we’re too loud.” Did she look amused?
“Too loud? Quand?” She was amused. She knew just when Arthur and the boys meant.
“You know.”
“Mais, je ne sais pas. Tell me Arthur. When are we too loud?” Marianne didn’t even both trying to hold back a chuckle.
Arthur glared at her (and the fairies that were currently laughing behind him) before taking a seat across from her at the table. “At night, ok?” He whispered. “They were wearing ear plugs!”
“Well, I guess someone will have to keep it down then, won’t he?”
“Me? Who was all-“ He was cut off by a cough coming from the doorway of the kitchen. Matthew and Alfred had arrived for breakfast. “Ah, good morning, boys. Glad to see you’ve decided to join us for breakfast.” The boys took a seat at the table, trying to ignore the laughter coming from their mother. It was going to be one of those days it seemed.
-- French translations: Ma cuisine - My kitchen Mon cher - My dear Maintenant - Now Maman - Mom Quand? - When? Mais, je ne sais pas - But, I don't know.
“Oh yeah!” Alfred yelled before reaching up and pulling the plugs out of his own ears. “Sorry father. What were you saying?”
Arthur stared at the boys in shock, not having expected them to be wearing ear plugs. “Why-what-Why are you guys using ear plugs?” The boys turned bright red and turned away, refusing to look Arthur in the eye. “Answer me,” He said sternly, “Or else no breakfast.”
“We were wearing them because, um,” Matthew bravely started, but his face only grew redder and he used his polar bear to hide it. “On second thought, I’ll just miss breakfast.”
“You and maman are too loud!” Alfred shouted before joining his brother in hiding his face.
Arthur continued staring at them. Too loud? What were they too loud doing-Oh. At night. Oh. Arthur turned away from the boys, his face a matching red. “Oh, well, sorry. We’ll try to k-keep it down in the future,” He muttered. “Breakfast is-soon,” And with that, Arthur was out of the room, still feeling mortified.
“Marianne!” He shouted as he returned to the kitchen, barely noticing that it had been cleaned and an edible breakfast was on the table. “You wouldn’t believe what the boys just told me.”
“Hm? And what would that be, Arthur?” She snapped, obviously still perturbed over the kitchen incident.
“They said we’re too loud.” Did she look amused?
“Too loud? Quand?” She was amused. She knew just when Arthur and the boys meant.
“You know.”
“Mais, je ne sais pas. Tell me Arthur. When are we too loud?” Marianne didn’t even both trying to hold back a chuckle.
Arthur glared at her (and the fairies that were currently laughing behind him) before taking a seat across from her at the table. “At night, ok?” He whispered. “They were wearing ear plugs!”
“Well, I guess someone will have to keep it down then, won’t he?”
“Me? Who was all-“ He was cut off by a cough coming from the doorway of the kitchen. Matthew and Alfred had arrived for breakfast. “Ah, good morning, boys. Glad to see you’ve decided to join us for breakfast.” The boys took a seat at the table, trying to ignore the laughter coming from their mother. It was going to be one of those days it seemed.
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French translations:
Ma cuisine - My kitchen
Mon cher - My dear
Maintenant - Now
Maman - Mom
Quand? - When?
Mais, je ne sais pas - But, I don't know.
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