<div class="floatleft">(https://list.lisimg.com/image/9863934/300full.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Celeste Sinclair<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 3, morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dress shop<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Excited for shopping!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mommy<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Celeste didn't complain when refused her ice-cream request, but she did grumble a little bit. Her displeasure did not last too long, however. Even at the best of times, sweet Celeste struggled to focus on any one thing for too long. This little shopping adventure with Mommy proved absolute torture for the girl's attention span. Perhaps in this one case, however, that was a good thing. It meant she didn't get hung up on not getting her tasty treat - which might have spared her cute little butt a firm little spanking! She did, however, continue to pester her Mommy with questions all the way up until they reached the parking lot. But those were mostly innocent, and none were complaints. They were just the result of a little girl unable to contain her excitement.<br/><br/>Less questions were asked once inside the store. Pretty colours, soft fabrics, and beautiful dresses captured her attention completely. And even if she didn't have to 'drag' Mommy through the store, her lack of focus did lead to the girl bouncing back and forth, left and right, moving around erratically, with no apparent goal or direction in mind. The only thing that kept her from wandering off was Erin's motherly hand guiding them along.<br/><br/>"Yes!" Celeste agreed, clapping her hands together and bouncing where she stood when Erin brought up the idea of them wearing matching dresses for Daddy. That<em>would</em>be adorable. All their dresses would be.<br/><br/>The little exchange with the attendant stole, at least temporarily, the smile from Celeste's face. Almost immediately, her cheeks began to glow red, and she refused to look at the third woman at all. Instead, she hid behind her Mommy's body, as if that could protect her from the embarrassment. Not, of course, that she was ashamed to be Erin's little girl. She just . . . hadn't expected Mommy to be so brazen about the whole thing! That excited Celeste, even as it mortified her.<br/><br/>What would happen, she found herself wondering, if she were ever to act up while they were out in public? She'd assumed they'd go home to deal with it. Now she wasn't so sure. Chewing her lip, deciding in that moment that she'd rather not test her very unabashed Mommy, Celeste allowed herself to be guided into the changing rooms.<br/><br/>"Mommy!" She hissed a whisper, and stamped her foot at the same time. "I'm not a little girl." She grumped, in the exact same way that a little girl would grumpily insist to her mother that she was a big girl. She did as she was told, though, if a little sloppier than her Mommy probably would have liked. In a matter of seconds, the girl's dress was in a heap on the floor. She kicked - rather than pick it up - over to the side. The act left her totally naked.<br/><br/>"Gimme that one!" She pointed to the adorable blue dress her Mommy had picked out.<br/><br/>(https://www.vivienofholloway.com/images/1950s-halterneck-cupcake-blue-dress-p92-1944_zoom.jpg)