Our son was constantly wandering in and out of the house, leaving the front or back door wide open. “Once and for all, will you please close that!” my exasperated wife pleaded one day. “Were you born in a barn?” “No, I was born in a hospital,” he replied, smirking. “With automatic doors.”
我們的兒子不停地進出房子,讓前門、后門都大敞著。我那被激怒的太太有一天說:“我們一次了結。你能不能把門關上?難道你是生在牲口棚里的嗎?”他得意地笑著回答:“不,我是生在醫(yī)院,有自動門?!?