<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>Kitchen<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Dancing between boredom and excitement. But very happy.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mommy<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>In her past life, Celeste would have considered Erin's words and been forced to begrudgingly accept their logic. The power of positive thinking, or something like that. Make the most of what life gives you. But Celeste was no longer restricted by her past self. Logic was just an annoying little thing that her Mommy and Daddy could worry themselves about it. Not her. So she didn't. She heard her Mommy's words and decided they were silly. Not that she would ever dare say that out loud. But she would think it, and she would continue to fuss about the things that she didn't want to do. It didn't take her long to finish, though, so there wasn't too much foot-dragging or grumbling.<br/><br/>Except that just when she thought she was done, Mommy had to ask her Mommy question. Celeste frowned, but she didn't respond, choosing instead to mumble her way back to the table, wondering the whole time if mothers around the world really did have some special ability to see<em>everything</em>that happened in their homes. She straightened all the cutlery and put the glasses in their proper place, before returning, in a much better mood now that she really was done with the boring stuff, to stirring the pancake mix.<br/><br/>"I don't get into trouble by myself." She explained to Erin. It wasn't a lie, not really, because sweet Celeste totally believed it! Whether or not she was right, however, was an entirely different story. Nevertheless, she didn't press the issue, because she didn't actually want to be left here while Mommy went off shopping. What she wanted was for them to spend all day shopping for clothes and other fun things, leaving the groceries to get themselves. "Yes. I'll help you, Mommy." She conceded at last. Then added, in a very serious tone, "I have to make sure you get things that I like." A few tasty treats, Celeste decided, would make grocery shopping worthwhile.<br/><br/>At Erin's comment about her picking out skimpy bikinis, Celeste wiggled her hips and turned to grin over her shoulder at the other woman. "Maybe." She shrugged, and that was all she had to say about that. After one more butt-wiggle, she turned back to the pancake batter and her task.<br/><br/>"What do we do with this after I'm done stirring?" She asked, genuinely curious. Daddy had promised to teach her a few things about cooking, but in the couple days of this new arrangement of theirs, that hadn't really happened yet. Continuing to stir, she peered back over her shoulder at Erin. "I can't see anymore lumps, Mommy."