<div class="floatleft">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2pH5SfaC70/XWUChtqFPEI/AAAAAAAAaQU/BjcSUAJshd8fVjYTLTUDSB2zmoMFQQySgCLcBGAs/s1600/18.%2BSydney%252C%2BAustralia.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Erin Sinclair<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 3, not too early morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>bedroom! To kitchen.<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Cuddly as hell, stern<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>daughter<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Erin laughed slightly, nodding. "Yes, shopping. I figured it would be a lovely little bit of Mommy daughter bonding time. Mar, bless her, just doesn't shop the same way I do. Or even in the same sections usually. So I've been looking forward to this trip for weeks!" Grinning fit to match the joy in her daughter's face, she lighly stroked that amazing blonde hair. Erin and Mar could both pay for their lifestyle out of either one of their incomes... Adding them together just meant they had plenty of funds left over. Any expenses for Celeste weren't at all a burden... With the one condition that the sweetest little girl never act entitled to or demanding of their money. Erin and Mar had screened out any potential gold diggers with extreme prejudice, not wanting to put up with any of that bullshit for a second, or worse... Falling in love with a girl who turned out to be in it just for the money. Nothing killed a relationship faster than money issues. But she simply wasn't worried about Celeste. The girl was too sweet, too pure to be grubbing for an easy life. She needed help, she needed raising, care, attention. Love. Money could buy a lot of stuff, but never love, or genuine feelings. And  Erin was happy to provide that, thrilled to see her new daughter thrive and grow and blossom, even just in a few days together.<br/><br/>Of course, not all childish behavior was to be tolerated, no matter how much she loved Celeste's ageplay side and sillyness, or how she wanted her daughter to be free to play with her family. So there was a sudden sharp swat on the college girls butt, and a small frown on Mommy's face. "We do not pinch people, sweetie. It's not ok. It's very rude, do you understand?" There was sternness in the tone, but no anger or viciousness. Bad behavior had to be corrected, but bad behavior should never make Celeste herself feel any less valued or loved. Erin's heart would break if she crushed any of her beloved daughter's spirit.<br/><br/>"Nope, my cooking, your cooking, or cereal." She said dryly. "I know Daddy spoils you, but I was thinking about bacon pancakes with a little bit of birthday cake mix added in... Terrible, huh?" She teased, allowing the girl to kiss her, leaning into the kiss. "Mm. Thank you sweetie."<br/><br/>The redhead pulled her daughter lover out of bed, wrapping an arm around Celeste's waist as they meandered to the kitchen. Erin actually had a couple of pots and pans of her own, because Mar sometimes claimed Erin didn't 'use them right', whatever that meant.<em> Let's see if Celeste remembers to set the table like Mommy and Daddy told her...</em>