我们会成为什么？

在从中文学校回家的路上，儿子跟他妹妹在后座吵架。“你们给我闭嘴，如果我不能专心开车而撞车的话，我们全都会成为历史。”我对他们威胁道。“不，我们不会成为历史，因为没有谁会把我们写进去。” 儿子不紧不慢的说。“那我们会成为什么？”我没好气地问。 “死肉！” 儿子回曰。

 

What will we be?

David and his sister were fighting in the back seat on the way home from Chinese school.  “Stop guys! If I could not concentrate on driving and our car get crushed, we will all be history,” I yelled at them.   “No, we won’t be history because no one will write about us,” said David. “So what will we be?” I asked angrily. “Dead meat.” David answered