Today’s post is written for Linda G. Hill’s SoC Saturday. This week’s prompt is the word “cheek”.
The snowballs came fast and furious, pelting the kitchen window with loud, ricocheting THUDS. “Those kids are cheeky,” said the husband. “They think we can’t see them, standing in our yard throwing snowballs at our window?” He lifted the curtain from the window and shook his finger at the kids before continuing to wash the breakfast dishes.
His wife reluctantly raised her eyes from the newspaper she was reading at the kitchen table. She didn’t like being disturbed while catching up on what was going on in the world. “Boys will be boys, Richard,” she answered, before quickly going back to reading.
“They’re not boys, Marilyn. It’s a pack of wild girls out there. Where are their parents, for goodness sakes!” he said, shaking his head in bewilderment while wiping his hands on the tea towel by the sink.
Exasperated, Marilyn sighed. “Don’t sweat the small stuff. Just turn the other cheek.” Then she picked up the section of the paper she was reading and went to her home office to finish reading in peace.