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Six Sentence Story: Pound

It's another installment of Six Sentence Stories!  This week's prompt:  Pound.
The young children played together, chattering peacefully, as they 
built towers from wooden blocks.  The adult's presence was neither necessary nor demanded.  She decided now was her chance--the first opportunity in hours. Quickly and quietly--stealthily, even--she arose and hurried to the little room with the porcelain facilities.  As soon as she sat down, she heard the pounding of tiny fists on the door.  

 "Mommy, are you in there?"
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Thanks to mommies everywhere. 

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  1. Dyanne @ I Want BacksiesJuly 9, 2015 at 8:46 AM

    Oh, my goodness, Kristi! This is perfection!

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  2. Clark FarleyJuly 9, 2015 at 10:38 AM

    yeah… (still smiling, excellent Six!)

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    1. KristiJuly 9, 2015 at 8:50 PM

      And though they don't pound on the door, 4-legged "children" are just as likely to wait outside the door.

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  3. UnknownJuly 9, 2015 at 12:41 PM

    HAHAHAHAHAHA! So true as well as ridiculously funny!! Because of its truth... Hey I have a package here ... I havent opened it yet but....

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    1. KristiJuly 9, 2015 at 8:50 PM

      You come up with the best prompts! Glad the mail works. :-)

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  4. ChristineJuly 9, 2015 at 1:09 PM

    Hahahahahaha!!! So creative you are! Best 6 sentence story yet!

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    1. KristiJuly 9, 2015 at 8:51 PM

      Does it count as creative if one is simply retelling a story that has happened at least 4,687,249 times? :-)

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  5. Tired TeacherJuly 9, 2015 at 1:59 PM

    Oh, I love it!

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  6. Rozy LassJuly 9, 2015 at 4:10 PM

    You nailed it! Children have radar like no one else.

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    1. KristiJuly 9, 2015 at 8:53 PM

      The phone, a bathroom break, or the sound of a candy bar being unwrapped certainly brings kids running!

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  7. river run 406July 9, 2015 at 4:39 PM

    Oh so many times! This is adorable, and very familiar, great post!

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    1. KristiJuly 9, 2015 at 8:54 PM

      I forgot to mention the little pudgy fingers appearing underneath the closed door!

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  8. AnonymousJuly 9, 2015 at 7:47 PM

    This really made me laugh. Never a moment for Mom.

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    1. KristiJuly 9, 2015 at 8:57 PM

      The book, Five Minutes Peace, was one of my favorites when my kids were little.
      https://youtu.be/ClMRAPi2k4A

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  9. AnonymousJuly 10, 2015 at 12:11 AM

    I knew there was a reason I didn't have kids. Great story!

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  10. Old EggJuly 10, 2015 at 12:44 AM

    This took me back a few years. I had a good laugh. They just don't miss a thing, do they?

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  11. IraJuly 10, 2015 at 1:55 AM

    I guess this is universal phenomenon; now that I read it here.
    Lovvvvved the post!
    :)

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  12. UnknownJuly 10, 2015 at 8:35 AM

    Love it! Yesterday found me in that room when my cell phone -- which was in another room -- started ringing. WHY did I feel obligated to get up and get to the phone???? And of course it was my daughter!

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  13. Pat BJuly 10, 2015 at 11:53 AM

    I guess what goes around, comes around. I don't have memories of me pounding on the outhouse door though. :-)

    This was such a great story to which so many Moms can relate!

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    1. KristiJuly 10, 2015 at 2:55 PM

      My comment keeps getting eaten. Watch, now it will show up in triplicate and be oh, so funny.

      What?! Who, me??? Sorry, Mom! Mom??? Mom??? Are you in there????

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