80 : No Use Crying Over Melted Snow

80/365
3/1/2010

Characters:
Dad
Mom
Younger Daughter
Older Daughter

Setting:
Living Room

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Dad walks in and puts down a big cooler on the table and walks off scene.  Dad re-enters carrying three bags of luggage and putting it on the floor next to the table.  Mom walks in carrying a small bag and puts it on the table.

Dad:                That the last of it?

Mom:              Yup.

Dad:                Good.

Mom puts herself into Dads arms and they wrap their arms around each other.

Mom:              As much as I love being in the mountains, I definitely missed being home.

Dad:                Let’s see how long that lasts.

Parents detach.

Dad:                Time to get stuff put away.

Mom:              I’m going to get dinner ready.

Young Daughter walks in and goes to the cooler.

Dad:                What are we having?

Mom:              I’m thinking breakfast.

Dad:                I like it.

Mom:              It likes you, too.

Dad:                Mmm.

Mom leaves the room.  Young Daughter’s going through the cooler looking for something.

Dad:                Hey.  What are you doing cutie?

Y.D:                I’m looking for something.

Dad:                No more soda, champ.  You already had one on the way back home.  Water only.

Y.D:                I don’t want a soda, Dad.

Dad:                Oh.  Then what are you looking for?

Y.D:                My snowball.

Dad:                (laughs) Awww.  You brought a snowball home.  That’s cute.

Older Daughter walks in with her iPod headphones in, texting on her cell phone.

Y.D:                Yeah; but it’s not here.

Dad:                Let’s see here.
Y.D:                Hey!  Did you do something with my snowball?

Older Daughter ignores, doesn’t hear.

Y.D:                Hey!?

Older Daughter hears, pulls out an earbud.

O.D:                What do you want?

Y.D:                Did you do something with my snowball?

O.D:                Why would I mess with your snowball?

Y.D:                Because you hate me and everything I love.

O.D:                No.  I didn’t do anything with your stupid snowball.

Dad:                Uh-oh.  I think I found it.

Dad pulls out a plastic baggie full of water.

Y.D:                That’s water, Dad; not a snowball.

O.D:                Stupid.

Dad:                Hey!  You’re stupid.

O.D:                Whatever.

Older Daughter leaves.

Y.D:                I want my snowball.

Dad:                I know, but your snowball’s gone.  It melted back into water.

Y.D:                But… I want… my snowball!

Younger Daughter starts crying.  Dad consoles Younger Daughter.

Dad:                It’s alright, hon.  It’s alright.  There’s no use crying over melted snow.  How about some ice?  That’s like a snowball.  You want to play with some ice?

Y.D:                No!  I want snow, Dad.  I want my snow.

Dad:                I know.  I want lots of things too.

Y.D:                I was going to get Lily with it real good, too.

Dad:                Yeah?  That’s my girl.

Mom:              (off scene) Breakfast is served!

Dad:                Okay, c’mon.  No more time for tears; pancakes are ready.  You love pancakes.

Y.D: But… what about…

Dad: Your water?  We’re going to put it in the freezer.   When it freezes, we’ll shave it down to ‘snow’ and you can get Lily with it good.

Y.D:                Yeah!?

Dad:                Yeah.

Y.D:                Cool!  You’re the best Dad!

Young Daughter hugs Dad and runs into the Dining Room.

Dad:                Mom says we should have more Father-Daughter activities, anyway.

Dad walks to the Dining Room carrying the bag of water, looking at it.

Dad:                Just so happens to include both our lovely daughters.