My mother and I change roles.

Today is Sunday, my mother loves to sleep late every Sunday. In the morning, I quietly got up and cleaned up my room. After washing, I went to my mother's bed and gently reminded my mother: "Mom today I Come and cook." When the mother heard it, she hurriedly made it up and said, "I have to watch you do it."

Breakfast is very simple, just cook the instant noodles and lay eggs. Some mothers point out that it is very smooth. It is troublesome when the rice is served. Those noodles are really disobedient. They don’t go in, the outside of the bowl is all noodles.

After breakfast, I started to wash the dishes, sweep the floor, and clean up my mother's room. These activities can't be difficult for me. Usually my mother often let me do it, but I did it very slowly. My mother asked me how I feel. I said "tired." I sat down and read a book while resting. I felt that after a while, my mother opened it: "It should be lunch." I listened to my mouth and couldn't help. Who made me feel home today?

What to eat for lunch? Got it, make a hot and sour soup, heat it up, and when the mother is tired, do the same, save more trouble, oh, think about saving things, do not save trouble, the oil is in the pot, the food is still not cut. If my mother didn't take the lead, I wouldn't cook myself into the pot. Oh, it's not easy. It's so cooked, eating steamed buns, drinking soup, picking up small pickles, eating very hot, and washing dishes after eating. When is it dark?

This day is not easy, I am so tired that I don’t even have the mood to watch TV. When I was worrying about dinner, the doorbell rang. This is good, the pie fell in the sky, and the steamed bun sent my cousin. "Mom, the buns are still hot," I said excitedly.

God, a tired Sunday finally came over, my mother is like this every day, I really don't dare to think about how she came over, I asked my mother: "Mom, are you tired of doing these things every day?" Mom said with a smile: "Not tired," the mother said that she was not tired. In fact, she touched her mother's hand and looked at her mother's face. She suffered from a painful waist. I knew that my mother was not tired.

Alger's third grade: Song Ni