INT. KITCHEN – EARLY MORNING
Mother and daughter are standing by the counter, making a cake. There is a generous amount of flour sprinkled across the counter, on the floor, in the daughter’s hair. The phone rings just as they place the cake into the oven.
It’s aunty, it’s for you…
The daughter ignores the mother’s request to take the phone and proceeds to run laps around the house, arms extended like an airplane. Mother continues to talk on the phone until the timer for the cake goes off. Simultaneously, the daughter comes out of the bathroom with her pants around her ankles.
DAUGHTER (bending over)
I pooped mommy, see?
The mother visibly hesitates between the call of the timer and the white tush jutting out before her. The poopy bum wins.
INT. – MIDDAY
Mother is standing by the patio doors watching swirls of white snow slap against the window and turn to ice. Grandma enters the house, wiping the snow off of her shoulders.
Oooh, it’s really storming out there. I had to pull over three times to scrape the ice off of my windshield.
CLOSE UP OF THE MOTHER, WORRY ETCHED ON HER FACE.
MOTHER (internal dialogue voice over)
Nobody’s going to show up! Why didn’t I check the weather! Who schedules a birthday party during a fricken storm! I should phone them, tell them not to come. I should reschedule…
Just as she is about to pick up the phone, another vehicle pulls into the driveway…
There you have it. My attempt at participating in The Weekly Photo Challenge: Life Imitates Art. by trying to recreate a single day into a screenplay.?? Everyone did show up, albeit later than expected. The cake was overdone and dry. Do you know how the secret to salvaging a slightly overdone cake? With some really kick ass frosting! A very special and heartfelt THANK YOU to Lynn for helping to save my tush on that one.