4. The World’s Best Roscoe Riley

Chapter 4 The World's Best Roscoe Riley This all started because my little sister won another trophy. Hazel is still in preschool. And she already has a golden trophy from Little Minnows swim team. And one for being the Fastest Skipper in Ms. MacNamara's pre-K class. So you can see why I was the teensiest bit annoyed when she came home with another trophy. I'd had a long, hard day at school.

第4章世界上最好的罗斯科·莱利这一切都是因为我妹妹又赢得了一个奖杯。 Hazel还在上幼儿园。 而且她已经有小鲦鱼游泳队的金杯了。 还有一项是《美国小姐》中最快的船长。 麦克纳马拉的幼儿园。所以你知道为什么当她拿着另一个奖杯回家时，我有一点点恼火了吧。 我在学校度过了漫长而辛苦的一天。

On account of an incident involving chocolate milk. Did you know that if you blow through a straw into chocolate milk, the bubbles will volcano right out of your cup? The bubbling part is way cool. Cleaning up the mess afterward is not so cool. Anyway, after all that, I didn't need to hear Hazel's big news as soon as I opened the door. "Roscoe!" she screamed. "I wonned another one! For bestest sitting-stiller for the month at circle time!" "I never got a trophy, and I sit still," I said. "Well, sometimes I do."

因为巧克力牛奶的事。 你知道吗，如果你用吸管向巧克力牛奶吹气，泡沫就会从你的杯子里喷出来。 冒泡的部分很酷。 事后清理烂摊子可不那么酷。 总之，在那之后，我不需要一打开门就听到黑兹尔的大消息。 “罗斯科!”她尖叫道。“我又赢了一个!”为了这个月的最佳坐月子!”“我从来没拿过奖杯，我就坐着不动，”我说。 “嗯，有时候我会。”

Life is so not fair. I dropped my backpack in the hall. I kicked off my tennis shoes. Then I flopped on the couch. "You will not be getting any trophies for neatest boy on planet Earth," Mom said. "Backpack in the closet. Shoes in your room." She kissed the top of my head. "I want a trophy," I said in that whining voice you use when you feel really sorry for yourself. "You got that little plastic statue in kindergarten last year," Mom said. "For most improved hand

生活是如此不公平。我把背包掉在大厅里了。 我踢掉了网球鞋。 然后我扑通一声躺在沙发上。 “你不会因为‘世界上最整洁的男孩’而得到任何奖杯，”妈妈说。 “背包在壁橱里。鞋子在你房间里。” 她吻了我的头顶。 “我想要一个奖杯，”我用那种自怨自艾的声音说。 “你去年在幼儿园得到了那个小塑料雕像，”妈妈说。 “对于最优秀的手

raising." "I mean a real trophy," I said. "A big, heavy one. Made of gold." "Shoes," Mom said. "Backpack." I got off the couch and picked up my shoes and my backpack. "You are the best burper in first grade," my big brother Max said. He burped an extra loud one. It was beautiful. Like music. "But I'm still the best in the world," Max added. Which is true. My brother has a gift. "Everybody's got something cool like a trophy or a statue or something to take to show-and-tell," I said.

提高。”“我是说一个真正的奖杯，”我说。 “一个又大又重的。金子做的。” “鞋子，”妈妈说。“背包”。 我从沙发上站起来，拿起鞋子和背包。 “你是一年级最好的保姆，”我哥哥马克斯说。 他打了一个更响的嗝。 它是美丽的。喜欢音乐。 “但我仍然是世界上最好的，”马克斯补充道。 这是真的。我哥哥有天赋。 “每个人都有一些很酷的东西，比如奖杯、雕像或其他可以拿来展示的东西，”我说。

"Everybody?" Mom asked. "Last week Gus brought his yellow belt from karate," I said. "He got a little gold trophy cup with it. And today Emma brought her piano statue. She got it for practicing lots. It's of that grouchy guy." "Ludwig van Beethoven," said Mom. "He was a famous music writer." "Even you have a trophy, Mom," I said. "For selling Girl Scout cookies." "That was a very long time ago," Mom said. "I was a great little salesperson, though. I could sell snow to a polar bear. I could sell water to an otter. I could sell—" "Gee, Mom," I interrupted. "You are big-time not helping me feel better. Which is sort of your job, after all." Mom gave me a hug. "Sorry, sweetheart. You just be the very best Roscoe you can be. That's all that matters."

“大家?”母亲问。“上星期格斯把他空手道的黄腰带带来了，”我说。 “他得到了一个小金奖杯。 今天艾玛带来了她的钢琴雕像。 她是通过大量练习获得的。 是那个爱发牢骚的家伙。” “路德维希·凡·贝多芬，”妈妈说。 “他是一位著名的音乐作家。” “就连你也有奖杯，妈妈，”我说。 “因为卖女童子军饼干。” “那是很久以前的事了，”妈妈说。 “不过，我是个很棒的小销售员。 我可以把雪卖给北极熊。 我可以把水卖给水獭。 我可以卖——”“哎呀，妈妈，”我打断他。 “你太过分了，没有让我感觉好一点。 毕竟，这也是你的工作。” 妈妈拥抱了我一下。“对不起,宝贝。 你只要尽力做最好的罗斯科就行了。 这才是最重要的。”

Easy for you to say, I thought. You have a cookie trophy. Nobody gives a trophy for being The World's Best Roscoe Riley.

你说得容易，我想。 你有一个饼干奖杯。没人会给世界最佳罗斯科·莱利颁发奖杯。