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Six Sentence Story: Given

Sometimes, we give advice that goes unheeded.  This was not one of those times.  Linking up with Ivy's Six Sentence Stories.  This week's prompt:  given. (And if this seems familiar, you are either an astute reader or a family member; I realized after writing it that I have already related this story three years ago, in a remarkably similar fashion.)

I have heard it referred to as the "arsenic hour"--that frantic time right before dinner, when the kids can't wait any longer, but the food hasn't quite made it to the table.  Whatever it is called, I was in it.   If I could only slow down the constant, "Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" demands.  Trying to be patient, I advised, "Just hold your horses."  Amazingly, it worked.   My toddler trotted off to his room. . .only to return obediently--with a little plastic toy horse held firmly in each hand!

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  1. I missed this story previously, so I'm glad you shared it now, I love it, and you have given me my smile for the day! :-) I love how children take things at face value without overthinking it as we tend to do as adults! I bet you had to stop and laugh when he returned holding his horses!

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  2. Such a delightful tale! I can just envision him standing there with horses clutched in his hands. He has to get extra points for minding and doing exactly as you told him to do. Bless children and their innocence, I'm certain arsenic hour improved a lot that day.

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    1. He was so quick to obey, and he certainly brightened my day.

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  3. Heeheehee! Toddlers are so literal, i hope it helped him wait.

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  4. I trust he got dinner as early as possible, having held up his part of the bargain...lol

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  5. How sweet! Ive never heard of the arsenic hour

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    1. I can't remember where I first heard it, but it made me chuckle, and I knew exactly what time of day she meant! :-)

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  6. I'd forgotten about this. Still cute!

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    1. It's funny to me how some memories stand out.

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  7. The innocence and trust of a child. Nothing like it:)
    I'd never heard of the "arsenic hour". How unusual a term! But I get the gist of how it came to be lol.
    Cute story :D

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    1. I once heard a speaker describe it as that time right before dinner, when a mom's patience is tried so much that she might be tempted to add a bit of arsenic to the meal. Of course, hopefully that is a bit of an exaggeration!

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