A blonde went into a pizza shop. When she said that she’d like a medium pizza， the clerk asked her how many pieces she’d like to have it cut into： six or twelve. “Oh， goodness， six please，” said the blonde. “I don’t think I could ever eat twelve.”
　　一位金发女郎走进一家比萨店，她说想要一个中等大小的比萨，店员问她希望把比萨切成六块还是十二块。“噢，天啊，请帮我切成六块。”女郎说，“我认为我不可能吃得下十二块。”
　　The six-year-old John was terribly spoiled. His father knew it， but his grandma doted on him. He hardly left her side. And when he wanted anything， he either cried or threw a temper. Then came his first day of school， his first day away from his grandmother’s loving arms.
　　When he came home from school his grandma met him at the door.
　　“Was school all right？” she asked， “Did you get along all right？ Did you cry？”
　　“Cry？” John asked. “No， I didn’t cry， but the teacher did！”
　　六歲的约翰娇生惯养。他的父亲知道这一点，可他的祖父母仍然宠着他。这孩子几乎寸步不离他的祖母。他想要什么不是哭，就是闹。他第一天上学才离开祖母的怀抱。
　　约翰放学了，祖母在门口接他并问道：“学校怎么样？你过得好吗？哭了没有？”
　　“哭？”约翰问，“不，我没哭，可老师哭了。”