[Boy gets off school bus, his mom and dad are waiting for him there.]
Mom: Timmy! Hey son!
Timmy: Mom! I have a drinking problem....
Mom: OMIGOD TIMMY! YOU'RE ONLY 6! [turns around to father.] This is your fault!
Dad: Oh, so I work hard to be blamed like this!?
Mom: Well, I'm not the drinker!
Dad: Well so what? What do you suppose we do about this!?
Mom: Well he sure doesn't need an influence like you!
Dad: Well fine! I'll leave!
Mom: Fine! [dad leaves, mom turns to Timmy] Don't worry Timmy we'll make it without him. Now I want you to tell me about your drinking problem.
Timmy: [starts crying, then turns around and pulls paper out of backpack] If Billy drinks two pints of apple juice and Bobby drinks four, how much did they drink in all?!
Mom: Timmy! Hey son!
Timmy: Mom! I have a drinking problem....
Mom: OMIGOD TIMMY! YOU'RE ONLY 6! [turns around to father.] This is your fault!
Dad: Oh, so I work hard to be blamed like this!?
Mom: Well, I'm not the drinker!
Dad: Well so what? What do you suppose we do about this!?
Mom: Well he sure doesn't need an influence like you!
Dad: Well fine! I'll leave!
Mom: Fine! [dad leaves, mom turns to Timmy] Don't worry Timmy we'll make it without him. Now I want you to tell me about your drinking problem.
Timmy: [starts crying, then turns around and pulls paper out of backpack] If Billy drinks two pints of apple juice and Bobby drinks four, how much did they drink in all?!
End.
