The Bakers just moved in next door–two parents and a son.
Mr and Mrs Baker must not have liked thier son very much because they named him Bebo. Here is a picture of Bebo.

This morning I saw Bebo shoveling the sidewalk.

Me: Hello, Bebo, are your parents home?
Bebo: No, they are working. They aren’t home very much. They work all the time. They made me shovel the sidewalk.
Me: Oh, how do you like the new house?
Bebo: It’s big. I have it all to myself most of the time. I’m thinking about starting a band in the garage. Something loud so my parents hear it. I have this book called “Teenage Rebellion for Dummies.” It says if I act rebellious my parents might start worrying about me becoming a juvenile delinquent. Then, they might pay more attention to me instead of their jobs. I’ve been thinking about getting my nose pierced, but it sounds painful.

I think I should try and invite Bebo over to my place sometime. He needs people to hang out with.
Here is a picture of the Baker family.


