<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>kitchen.<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Mildly irritated, but not upset. Yet<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>daughter<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Erin looked over at her daughter, attention caught by all the drama. "Sweetie, being fussy about it doesn't help anything. Some things just have to be done, and you can accept that and do it without complaint, or be all worked up about it and make it even less fun." Her attention wasn't on the chores fully, needing to focus on the cooking, so she missed the precarious stacking. Good thing little Celeste didn't drop anything.... But of course, there was something Erin didn't need to see to guess what her daughter had slacked off on this time. "Did everything go in the proper place, darling?"<br/><br/>Looking over her shoulder at the girl, she raised an eyebrow. "Me neither, but it has to be done. And it's a family thing, Mommy daughter bonding. I know Daddy can magic up a good meal with two almonds, some eggs, and bread, but food still has to be gotten. And I'm certainly not going to leave you here to get in god knows what kind of trouble. You're going to help Mommy like a good girl, yes?"<br/><br/>She smiled, looking at her new daughter with such a happy little expression. She was most definitely looking forward to the shopping as well. "Yes, I think we can pick you out a couple of swimsuits as well." She grinned teasingly. "Going to pick out something skimpy and try to entice Mommy and Daddy into giving you swimming pool kisses and touching?" Yes, Erin knew her daughter pretty well already.<br/><br/>Bacon was almost done, flipped and soon ready for the batter. "Stir until it doesn't have any lumps in it, and the pancakes will be done in a few minutes after that."