Dadlooksinthehallmirror.Hestraightenshis tieandlooksagain.A tuftofhair is sticking upatthe backof Dad's head.(It sticks up every morning.)Dad sighs.His breath fogs the glass.
Sam stands on a chairbesideDad.He squeezesgelon his hand and,stretching,smooths downDad's hair. 
Dad thanks, Sam.Sam applies gel to his hair.Now bothDad and Sam have well-behaved hair.
Dadkisses Mom goodbye.He grabs hiscell phone and rushes for the door. The morning train departs for thecity at8:00 a.m. sharp—withorwithouthim!
Once Mom took us to thecityby train.A band played rock music in the train station.It was agig!Sam watched the young men playing music,gabbing to the girls, and chewing gobsofgum.Mom said that they looked like cows chewing theircuds.Sam saidhe wanted to be a rock star when he grew up.Mom saidthe train station was aden of iniquity.(Now we take acab.)
Sam waves goodbye toDad as he leaves.Thedog squeezes by and runs off.Sam shouts, but Chase keeps running.Sam chases after him. When thedog tires, Sam can catch him.Until then, what fun!SeeChaserun!