我有一个爱“吃醋”的妈妈,不过,那可不是能吃的那种酸酸的食醋。要知道她吃的是什么醋,还得听我慢慢道来。我爱写日记,日记中经常提到爸爸,一开始,妈妈很高兴,认真为我辅导、修改,可渐渐地,妈妈就吃起醋来了。一天,我又开始写我爸爸了,妈妈在一旁嘀咕开了:“有个 I have a love, jealous mother, but that is not the sour vinegar I can eat. To know what she ate vinegar, have to listen to me slowly come. I love diary, diary often referred to my father, from the very beginning, my mother was very happy, conscientiously counseling me, modify, but gradually, my mother ate vinegar. One day, I started writing my dad again, my mom whispered: ”There is one