Snow, Snow, Go Away, Don't Come Again Another Day.

Dressed in blue athletic shorts and her husbands t-shirt, Wife stares down at her slowly cooking meatballs feeling pleased. Heeding the warnings of the impending winter storm, her, her husband and her son had all made it home safely before the heavy snowfall. She inhaled, breathing in the spicy air, swaying slightly to the soft music playing on her computer.
The sweet sound of her son's bare feet smacking against the kitchen tile brought a new rhythm to the room. He handed her a banana he had gotten from the dining room table.
"Open, please" He said politely. She opened it and handed it back, bending down and kissing his golden cheeks.
"Good asking." She praised. Feeling proud, he sauntered out of the kitchen holding the banana firmly in his small hands.
Wife smiled as she opened her white cabinets and pulled out a package of uncooked spaghetti. The water had begun to boil and the steam teased her pours as she broke her spaghetti in half and placed it in the boiling water.
Good food, good family, Wife thought. This was the way to start a snowed in weekend.
Just then her son's startling cry jolted her from her thoughts.
He probably fell, Wife thought. Just as she was about to leave the kitchen to tend to him, she heard Husband soothing his cries.
"It's okay..." Husband said softly. "You're okay."
But Husband's efforts went unnoticed as Son's cry grew angrier and angrier.
Concerned, Wife exited the spicy and steamed filled kitchen to see Husband holding Son as the tears flowed freely from his face.
"What happened?" Wife asked concerned, stroking her son's curly hair.
"I ate his banana." Husband said.
Surprised, Wife turned to her husband.
"Why?" She asked.
"He was taking too long to eat it." Husband said with an embarrassed smirk.
"Ugh." Wife grunted as she returned to the kitchen to tend to the meatballs and get her son another banana.

It's going to be a lonnngg weekend.

Have some Marley. (Happy Birthday, Mr. Marley!)