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You are not going to believe me； nobody in their right minds could possib ly believe me. but it's true. really it is ！
When I woke up this morning. I found l'd turned into my mother. There l was. in my mother's bed. with my feet reaching a llthe way to the bottom . and my father sleeping in the other bed. I had on my mother's night-gown. and a ring on my left hand. Im ean her left hand. and lUm ps and pins all over my head.
“I think that must be the rollers.”I said to myself.“and if thave my mother's hair. lprobab ly have her face too.”
ldec ided to take a bok at myself in the bathroom mirror. A fter all you don't tum into your mother every day of the week； maybe l was im agining it-ordream ing it.
Well lwasn't. What lsaw in that m irror was abso lutely my mother from top to toe. complete with no braces on the teeth. Now ord harily. I don't bother to brush too often-it's a big nuisance With alI tho se wires-but my mothe r's teeth boked lke a fun job. and besides. if she was wilang to do a terrif ic thing like tuming her body over to me like that. the bast I could do was take care of her teeth for her. R ight？ R ight.
You see. I had reason to believe that she was respons ible for this who le happening. Because last night. we had a sort of an argum ent about som ething and I to ld her one or two thngs that had been on my mind lately...
That's the thing. lcan't stand how strict she is. Take food. for instance. Do you know what she makes me eat for breakfast？ cereal， orange juice. toast. an egg. mik. and two V itam in c's. She's going to tum me into a blimp. Then for Unch at schoo I you have one of two choices. You can bring your own bag lunch， with a jelly sandw ich or a TV dinner （They're quite good cold.） and a Coke. or if you're me. you have to eat the hot meal the school gives you. which is not hot and l wouldn't give it to a dog. A bo is better. I know because our dog eats A bo and I tried some once.
She's ako very fussy about the w ay I keep my room. Her idea of neat isn't the sam e as mine， and besides， it's my room and ldon't see why l can't keep it any way l want.she says it's so messy nobody can clean in therer but if that's true. how come it Iooks all right when I come home from school？ When I asked her that last night. she just sigheel. A few other things we fight about a re my hair——she wants me to have it trim med but lm not falling for that again（The last time it was“trimmed”they hacked six inche off it！）——and my nails which I bite. But the biggest thng we fight about is freedom. because Im old enough to be given more than l'm getting. l'm not albwed to wak home through the park even with a friend. because“N ew York is a very dangerous place and especially the park.”Everybody else's mother lets them ， “but l'm not ev erybody else's mother.”You're telling me ！ Tom orrow one of my best friends in schoo l who lives in the Village is hav ing a boy-girlparty and she won't let me go because the bst time that friend had a party they played kissing games. I told her the mother was there the whole time. staying out of the way in the bedroom， of courser and she said.“That's exactly what Im ean.”
What kind of an answer is that？ l don't get it. l don't get any of it. AlI I know is I can't eat what l want， wear what l want. keep my hair and my naik the way l want， keep room the way l want or go where l want. So last night we really had it out.
All of which should explain why I wasn't as surprised as most people would be if they woke up in their mother's body.
l was a little surprised of course. but mostly I felt it was fantastica lly cons iderate of her. And im aginative. lnstead of punishing me for rudeness. or crying phony tears like some mothers lknow. she was just going to let me find out for myself. I could hardly wait. The whole day stretched out ahead of me. l was going to tellm yself to do a whole bunch of fabubus things-as soon as the kids got off to school where-oh hey！ Oh wow！-l wasn't going to have to go！
在与父母相处的过程中，我们得到了无私的关爱与呵护，但同时也常常感到他们对我们并不了解，甚至会因为某件小事而产生争执或矛盾。的确，一代人与一代人之间会因为成长环境不同而产生代沟：但是也许我们并没有冷静地站在彼此的角度去认识和体谅对方。《怪诞星期五》所讲的故事就发生在这样的一对母女之间：一个诡异的早晨，在一块神奇饼干的作用下，女儿与妈妈互换身体。原本整日斗嘴的母女开始真正了解对方所遇到的麻烦，了解那些原本在自己看来美好的外衣下所掩盖的真实。她们慢慢认识到母女之间的爱是如何传递的，并互相理解，互相体谅，直到后来互相包容。美国儿童文学家玛丽·罗杰斯的这部小说曾被多次搬上荧屏，在美国可谓家喻户晓。
你不会相信我所说的，任何一个思维正常的人都不会相信我所说的，但这是真的，千真万确！
当我一大早醒来的时候，发现自己变成了我妈妈。我躺在妈妈的床上，脚丫子都能够到床的那头了，而爸爸正睡在另一张床上。我正穿着妈妈的睡袍，左手戴着戒指，我的意思是她的左手，还有满脑袋的肿块和发卡。
“那一定是定型发卷，”我喃喃自语，“要是我有妈妈的头发，那很可能我的脸也变成她的了。”
我决定到浴室里的镜子前照一照。毕竟，这一周你不可能每天都变成你妈妈。也许这只是我的幻觉，或者是在做梦。
好吧，我没做梦。镜子里站着的那个人从头到脚都是我妈妈。彻头彻尾地连我的牙套也不见了踪影。通常，我是不会费尽周折老去刷牙的，那上面的铁丝可是个大麻烦，而妈妈的牙齿看起来利索多了。另外，要是她真愿意做这样一件了不起的事，将身体转交给我，那我至少可以帮她照顾好她的这口牙齿。不是吗？是的！
你知道，我有理由确信她要为整件事负责。因为昨晚，我们为了一些事吵得不可开交，我告诉了她最近我自己脑子里的一些想法。
事情就是这样。我无法容忍她对我的苛刻。就拿吃饭来说吧，你知道她让我早饭吃什么吗？麦片粥、橙汁、烤面包、鸡蛋、牛奶，还有两片维C。她都要把我撑成一个大胖子了。再来说说学校里的午饭，有两种选择：你可以自带午饭，一般来说就是一个果冻三明治或一份电视便餐（这种快餐从里到外都是冷冰冰的），还有一杯可乐；要么你也可以像我一样吃学校里所谓的“热饭”。其实一点儿也不热。但我还是不愿意把它喂狗。还是“爱宝”狗粮更美味一些。我知道这个是因为我家的狗就吃“爱宝”，有一次我曾尝过一些。
妈妈还喜欢对我怎么收拾房间说三道四。她对于整洁的观念似乎与我蜘念大相径庭。话说回来，这可是我的房间，.为什么就不能按我自己的想法来收拾呢？她老是说我的房间乱得没人能收拾干净，可要真是这样，每当我从学校回来房间又为何如此整洁呢？昨晚我为此质问她时，她只是叹气。
还有一些事也让我俩吵个没完，比如说，我的头发，她总想让我把头发剪得整整齐齐，但我绝对不会再上当了。（上次所谓的“修剪”就是他们把我的头发足足削短了6英寸！）还有，我常咬的指甲也在劫难逃。
但让我俩吵得最不可开交的一件事就是：自由。我已经不小了，我需要更多的空间。而妈妈居然不让我独自穿过公园回家，就连跟朋友一起时也不让。她的理由是：“纽约是个很危险的地方，尤其是在公园里。”别人的妈妈却从来不干涉，可她非得说：“但我不是别人的妈妈。”这还用你说啊！
明天，我学校里最好的一位朋友，家住格林尼治村的那个，要举办一场男孩与女孩的聚会。而妈妈不让我去，因为在那个朋友上次举办的聚会中，他们玩“邮差亲吻游戏”。我告诉她，那位朋友的妈妈都会待在家里，当然她会躲进卧室避开我们的。可我妈妈说：“我正是这个意思。”
这个答案到底算什么呢？我没弄明白。我真的完全没搞明白。我所知道的就是，我不能吃想吃的东西，不能穿想穿的衣服，不能剪想剪的发型，不能留想留的指甲。不能按自己喜欢的方式来整理房间，不能去想去的地方。所以昨晚我们真的大吵了一场。
所有这一切都足以解释为什么我没感到多惊讶。而大部分人要是哪天在自己母亲的身体里醒来，估计他们早就变得大惊失色了。
当然，我还是有些惊讶的，但我主要觉得，她的体谅让人难以置信，而且想象力真丰富啊。她并没有像我认识的一些母亲那样因为我的粗野无礼而惩罚我，或是哭着挤出假惺惺的眼泪，她只是让我自己去亲身体会。我简直是迫不及待了。整个全新的一天都呈现在我面前。我要让自己去做一大堆特棒的事情，等孩子们一去学校……是哪儿？噢哈哈！哇噢！我自己不用必须去学校啦！
When I woke up this morning. I found l'd turned into my mother. There l was. in my mother's bed. with my feet reaching a llthe way to the bottom . and my father sleeping in the other bed. I had on my mother's night-gown. and a ring on my left hand. Im ean her left hand. and lUm ps and pins all over my head.
“I think that must be the rollers.”I said to myself.“and if thave my mother's hair. lprobab ly have her face too.”
ldec ided to take a bok at myself in the bathroom mirror. A fter all you don't tum into your mother every day of the week； maybe l was im agining it-ordream ing it.
Well lwasn't. What lsaw in that m irror was abso lutely my mother from top to toe. complete with no braces on the teeth. Now ord harily. I don't bother to brush too often-it's a big nuisance With alI tho se wires-but my mothe r's teeth boked lke a fun job. and besides. if she was wilang to do a terrif ic thing like tuming her body over to me like that. the bast I could do was take care of her teeth for her. R ight？ R ight.
You see. I had reason to believe that she was respons ible for this who le happening. Because last night. we had a sort of an argum ent about som ething and I to ld her one or two thngs that had been on my mind lately...
That's the thing. lcan't stand how strict she is. Take food. for instance. Do you know what she makes me eat for breakfast？ cereal， orange juice. toast. an egg. mik. and two V itam in c's. She's going to tum me into a blimp. Then for Unch at schoo I you have one of two choices. You can bring your own bag lunch， with a jelly sandw ich or a TV dinner （They're quite good cold.） and a Coke. or if you're me. you have to eat the hot meal the school gives you. which is not hot and l wouldn't give it to a dog. A bo is better. I know because our dog eats A bo and I tried some once.
She's ako very fussy about the w ay I keep my room. Her idea of neat isn't the sam e as mine， and besides， it's my room and ldon't see why l can't keep it any way l want.she says it's so messy nobody can clean in therer but if that's true. how come it Iooks all right when I come home from school？ When I asked her that last night. she just sigheel. A few other things we fight about a re my hair——she wants me to have it trim med but lm not falling for that again（The last time it was“trimmed”they hacked six inche off it！）——and my nails which I bite. But the biggest thng we fight about is freedom. because Im old enough to be given more than l'm getting. l'm not albwed to wak home through the park even with a friend. because“N ew York is a very dangerous place and especially the park.”Everybody else's mother lets them ， “but l'm not ev erybody else's mother.”You're telling me ！ Tom orrow one of my best friends in schoo l who lives in the Village is hav ing a boy-girlparty and she won't let me go because the bst time that friend had a party they played kissing games. I told her the mother was there the whole time. staying out of the way in the bedroom， of courser and she said.“That's exactly what Im ean.”
What kind of an answer is that？ l don't get it. l don't get any of it. AlI I know is I can't eat what l want， wear what l want. keep my hair and my naik the way l want， keep room the way l want or go where l want. So last night we really had it out.
All of which should explain why I wasn't as surprised as most people would be if they woke up in their mother's body.
l was a little surprised of course. but mostly I felt it was fantastica lly cons iderate of her. And im aginative. lnstead of punishing me for rudeness. or crying phony tears like some mothers lknow. she was just going to let me find out for myself. I could hardly wait. The whole day stretched out ahead of me. l was going to tellm yself to do a whole bunch of fabubus things-as soon as the kids got off to school where-oh hey！ Oh wow！-l wasn't going to have to go！
在与父母相处的过程中，我们得到了无私的关爱与呵护，但同时也常常感到他们对我们并不了解，甚至会因为某件小事而产生争执或矛盾。的确，一代人与一代人之间会因为成长环境不同而产生代沟：但是也许我们并没有冷静地站在彼此的角度去认识和体谅对方。《怪诞星期五》所讲的故事就发生在这样的一对母女之间：一个诡异的早晨，在一块神奇饼干的作用下，女儿与妈妈互换身体。原本整日斗嘴的母女开始真正了解对方所遇到的麻烦，了解那些原本在自己看来美好的外衣下所掩盖的真实。她们慢慢认识到母女之间的爱是如何传递的，并互相理解，互相体谅，直到后来互相包容。美国儿童文学家玛丽·罗杰斯的这部小说曾被多次搬上荧屏，在美国可谓家喻户晓。
你不会相信我所说的，任何一个思维正常的人都不会相信我所说的，但这是真的，千真万确！
当我一大早醒来的时候，发现自己变成了我妈妈。我躺在妈妈的床上，脚丫子都能够到床的那头了，而爸爸正睡在另一张床上。我正穿着妈妈的睡袍，左手戴着戒指，我的意思是她的左手，还有满脑袋的肿块和发卡。
“那一定是定型发卷，”我喃喃自语，“要是我有妈妈的头发，那很可能我的脸也变成她的了。”
我决定到浴室里的镜子前照一照。毕竟，这一周你不可能每天都变成你妈妈。也许这只是我的幻觉，或者是在做梦。
好吧，我没做梦。镜子里站着的那个人从头到脚都是我妈妈。彻头彻尾地连我的牙套也不见了踪影。通常，我是不会费尽周折老去刷牙的，那上面的铁丝可是个大麻烦，而妈妈的牙齿看起来利索多了。另外，要是她真愿意做这样一件了不起的事，将身体转交给我，那我至少可以帮她照顾好她的这口牙齿。不是吗？是的！
你知道，我有理由确信她要为整件事负责。因为昨晚，我们为了一些事吵得不可开交，我告诉了她最近我自己脑子里的一些想法。
事情就是这样。我无法容忍她对我的苛刻。就拿吃饭来说吧，你知道她让我早饭吃什么吗？麦片粥、橙汁、烤面包、鸡蛋、牛奶，还有两片维C。她都要把我撑成一个大胖子了。再来说说学校里的午饭，有两种选择：你可以自带午饭，一般来说就是一个果冻三明治或一份电视便餐（这种快餐从里到外都是冷冰冰的），还有一杯可乐；要么你也可以像我一样吃学校里所谓的“热饭”。其实一点儿也不热。但我还是不愿意把它喂狗。还是“爱宝”狗粮更美味一些。我知道这个是因为我家的狗就吃“爱宝”，有一次我曾尝过一些。
妈妈还喜欢对我怎么收拾房间说三道四。她对于整洁的观念似乎与我蜘念大相径庭。话说回来，这可是我的房间，.为什么就不能按我自己的想法来收拾呢？她老是说我的房间乱得没人能收拾干净，可要真是这样，每当我从学校回来房间又为何如此整洁呢？昨晚我为此质问她时，她只是叹气。
还有一些事也让我俩吵个没完，比如说，我的头发，她总想让我把头发剪得整整齐齐，但我绝对不会再上当了。（上次所谓的“修剪”就是他们把我的头发足足削短了6英寸！）还有，我常咬的指甲也在劫难逃。
但让我俩吵得最不可开交的一件事就是：自由。我已经不小了，我需要更多的空间。而妈妈居然不让我独自穿过公园回家，就连跟朋友一起时也不让。她的理由是：“纽约是个很危险的地方，尤其是在公园里。”别人的妈妈却从来不干涉，可她非得说：“但我不是别人的妈妈。”这还用你说啊！
明天，我学校里最好的一位朋友，家住格林尼治村的那个，要举办一场男孩与女孩的聚会。而妈妈不让我去，因为在那个朋友上次举办的聚会中，他们玩“邮差亲吻游戏”。我告诉她，那位朋友的妈妈都会待在家里，当然她会躲进卧室避开我们的。可我妈妈说：“我正是这个意思。”
这个答案到底算什么呢？我没弄明白。我真的完全没搞明白。我所知道的就是，我不能吃想吃的东西，不能穿想穿的衣服，不能剪想剪的发型，不能留想留的指甲。不能按自己喜欢的方式来整理房间，不能去想去的地方。所以昨晚我们真的大吵了一场。
所有这一切都足以解释为什么我没感到多惊讶。而大部分人要是哪天在自己母亲的身体里醒来，估计他们早就变得大惊失色了。
当然，我还是有些惊讶的，但我主要觉得，她的体谅让人难以置信，而且想象力真丰富啊。她并没有像我认识的一些母亲那样因为我的粗野无礼而惩罚我，或是哭着挤出假惺惺的眼泪，她只是让我自己去亲身体会。我简直是迫不及待了。整个全新的一天都呈现在我面前。我要让自己去做一大堆特棒的事情，等孩子们一去学校……是哪儿？噢哈哈！哇噢！我自己不用必须去学校啦！