Friday, September 6, 2013

Chaos Containment

Approaching the loft, my eyes widen.  The plastic castle has exploded, carnage abounds:  princesses, horses, a jewelled crown.  Testing my tether, I secure my line of retreat.

"I'm goin' in!"


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Linking up with Trifextra - 33 words including tether, loft and crown.  Also inspired by our current play room we have been calling "The Loft" -- Lots Of Fun Toys -- and the daily struggle to contain the chaos.



16 comments:

  1. Sounds like you might need a hazmat suit (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hazmat_suit)!!

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  2. No! Don't go in alone!

    Sorry, the panic I feel when I approach my sons' rooms took hold.

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  3. This is hysterical. You captured the chaos and mayhem perfectly.

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  4. Ha! Love this. Great description of the carnage.

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  5. Ha! This is fantastic. If you're not out in half an hour, I'll send backup. :)

    Great job with the prompt! So cute.

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  6. Ha! She better call for reinforcements.

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  7. Reminds of my younger sister's bedroom..... Surely the most dangerous place on earth!

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  8. Ha!ha!What moms face day in & day out!Fabulous take on the prompt:-)

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  9. That was perfect. Over here its all planes, trains and cars...in all sizes..u never know when one gets beneath your feet and you bite the dust.

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  10. I love this... I'm thinking a Mom going in to clean up a kids room. Love the description of the plastic castle exploding.

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  11. Oh my goodness, I've been into this breach myself. Here's hoping you make it out alive and uninjured! :)

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  12. That might be a losing battle. There's no dishonor in a tactical retreat!
    Thank you for linking up. Voting is now active so don't forget to come back!

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  13. Thank you all for your kind words and encouragement! Hard to keep up with such lovely comments!

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