Thursday, October 21, 2004
Dialogue
This week's homework assignment from my memoir class is about dialogue. We're charged with writing dialogue that conveys a story, without the benefit of explanatory or transitional phrases. Here's what transpired between Max and me on the way home from school. When I picked him up in the carpool line, he was soaked with sweat, hair plastered to his head, cheeks rosy pink. Whatever he'd been doing, it was evident that it had been vigorous.
"Max, how was your day at school?"
"Fine."
"Have you been playing outside?"
"Yes, but I didn't paint."
"You didn't paint? Have you been riding the tricycle?"
"No, I didn't ride the tricycle."
"So what have you been doing, Max?"
"Hugging."
"Hugging? Whom have you been hugging, Max?"
"All of my friends."
"Do you have a special friend whom you like to hug?"
"Yes, Brennan."
"You like to hug Brennan?"
"Yes, and I'm the daddy."
"Oh, you're the daddy. So is Brennan your little girl?"
"No, she's the mommy, like you're the mommy."
"She's the mommy?"
"Yes, and I'm the daddy, like Daddy is the daddy."
Got it.
"Max, how was your day at school?"
"Fine."
"Have you been playing outside?"
"Yes, but I didn't paint."
"You didn't paint? Have you been riding the tricycle?"
"No, I didn't ride the tricycle."
"So what have you been doing, Max?"
"Hugging."
"Hugging? Whom have you been hugging, Max?"
"All of my friends."
"Do you have a special friend whom you like to hug?"
"Yes, Brennan."
"You like to hug Brennan?"
"Yes, and I'm the daddy."
"Oh, you're the daddy. So is Brennan your little girl?"
"No, she's the mommy, like you're the mommy."
"She's the mommy?"
"Yes, and I'm the daddy, like Daddy is the daddy."
Got it.
1 Comments:
Well, that's pretty clear. You know how many kids go through a phase of thinking that the other sex has "cooties"? I know that I never did, and I'm thinking Max may be one of those who doesn't either.
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