星期日,爸爸一个人在家睡懒觉。到了吃午饭的时间了,奶奶做好饭,打电话叫爸爸过去吃饭。爸爸睡得正香,根本没听见手机响。奶奶打了好几次电话都没打通,只好骑自行车来我家,爸爸这才被奶奶叫醒,没精打采地起了床。爸爸赖床就赖床吧,偏偏又惹出乱子来,差点儿酿成大祸。有一次,爸爸习惯性地趴在热被窝里,嘴里还叼着一支烟,目不转睛地盯着电视,精彩的节目深深地吸引了他,他看得如痴如醉。一不留神儿,他把烟灰弹到了褥子上。妈妈闻到一股烧焦 On Sunday, dad sleep late at home alone. When it’s time for lunch, my grandmother cooks rice and calls her father to eat in the past. Dad slept soundly, did not hear the phone ring. My grandmother made several phone calls did not get through, had to ride a bike to my house, my father was awakened by her grandmother, sloppy to bed. Dad relies on the bed, but also provoke trouble, almost into a catastrophe. Once, dad habitually lie in the hot blanket, his mouth still dangling a cigarette, staring intently at the television, the wonderful show attracted him, he was mesmerized. An inattentive child, he put the ash on the mattress. Mother smelt