<div class="floatleft">(https://www.theplace2.ru/archive/elizabeth_turner/img/elizabeth-turner-wil(8).jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mar Sinclair<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Saturday October 10th<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Home<br/><strong>Content/Mood:</strong>Coming home | Anxiously excited<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mar and Erin<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Celeste watched the little exchange between the two older women with amusement, giggling when Erin suggested that faeries might be the cause of the disappearing desserts. "That's true." Celeste put in, using as solemn a voice as she could, given the subject matter. "You don't want to upset the fairies. Maybe you should even start making desserts and leaving them out, to keep them happy?" And me and Mommy happy, too, Celeste thought. But she didn't say it, because unless Mar and Erin<em>actually</em>believed in fairies, well. Daddy clearly already knew what her little girl was up to.<br/><br/>Getting extra desserts for herself!<br/><br/>And who could blame her? Mar was a wonderful cook.<br/><br/>She was also proving to be a wonderful Daddy, matched only by Erin's skill as a Mommy. So skilled, in fact, that they both noticed Celeste's little mishap long before Celeste noticed it herself. It took having Mar actually wipe her face and hand with the napkin -- just like she really was a little girl -- for Celeste to realize what the problem was. Oops! She blushed a little, but she didn't object. She just let it happen, like a good little girl should do. And beamed when Mar was done, showing off her clean face.<br/><br/>Her smile, faltered, though, when Erin told her to clear the dishes. Rinse them off, too! "Why can't I do it after?" Celeste asked, putting a little pout into her voice for effect. "Daddy, I can do it after, right?" She said, turning her attention from Erin to Mar, then back to Erin. "After dessert." Her voice was hesitant, uncertain. But it wasn't a question. This little girl was trying to<em>tell</em>her Mommy how things were going to be!