<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>Car<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Distracted, energetic<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mommy<br/><hr/><hr/><em>Intense.</em>Not exactly the word Celeste would have used, though she supposed it fit well enough. Intimidating fit better. Like some stoic old teacher with an iron nerve and an ever harder swing. She probably liked to use a cane, too. She seemed the type. Celeste shivered to think of it.<br/><br/>"No." Celeste muttered out the window when asked if she remembered being told about their upcoming trip to the grocery store. Then she turned her head back toward Erin, and something about the look on Mommy's face jogged the girl's memory. She didn't say anything, but nodded her head.<br/><br/>A few minutes later, she decided to ask again.<em>'Do we have to go?'</em>Similar response. Celeste sighed, turning her attention back out the window to watch the street pass them by. Soon, she was swaying in her seat, dancing to the beat of the background music coming from the car's stereo. She didn't know the song, but she liked it. Then she decided to try her luck one more time.<br/><br/><em>'We could go another day!'</em>The look her suggestion earned sent a chill down her spine. She sucked her lips into her mouth, and shrank down into her seat, eyeing Mommy with a pair of big, wary eyes. For a second, she considered pointing out that they could order food if they didn't want to eat rice all day every day. But quickly decided against it. She remained pleasantly compliant for the rest of the trip. No more protests from Mommy's little girl.<br/><br/>In the parking lot, she patiently swung her feet while Erin came around to open the door and unbuckle her from the seat. A task that she herself was fully capable of doing, but she had become fully absorbed by her Little role. And little girl's always waited for their Mommies to get them out of the car. From the parking lot to the store, they walked hand-in-hand.<br/><br/>Once inside, Celeste regained some of her independence. It was the candy she spotted on some nearby shelves that did it. Maybe, she decided, this wouldn't be such a boring trip, after all. She began to tug Erin in that direction. Tried to, anyway. Celeste, adult or little, did not possess the physical strength of her Mommy. Or her Daddy, for that matter. She was the smallest of the three women, which suited her role well.<br/><br/>She gave up trying to force Erin where she wanted to go. Only because she spotted something else to interest her, though. Chocolate muffins stuffed full of chocolate chips. She grabbed a container off a nearby shelf as they walked by, dropping it into their cart. Then another one. Two boxes would be better, she decided. There were only six in each.