Small Stones 8/14/16

Kick, kick, kick.

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Kick, kick, kick. I wrestle my son into a clean diaper, while he drums against the walls with his heels, smiling brightly. I hear a familiar pounding from the other side, and snicker at the irony. The world’s worst neighbor seems to be upset that my son is kicking the wall again, and honestly, I don’t care one bit.

*Every day, throughout the month of August, I will be participating in a fun writing experiment, known as Small Stones, for #AwakeAugust. To learn more, or for more examples of Small Stones, you can click here.

Jan

Author: Super Jan

I am an exceedingly average, 20-something female. Very opinionated, and slightly vulgar. I am a gamer, retired podcaster, wannabe voice actor, newbie freelancer, survey taker, Netflix binge-watcher, YouTube addict, and stay-at-home mom.

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