<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>Grocery store<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Bored<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mommy<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>"My birthday!" Celeste gasped, having at last managed to wriggle away from Erin's barrage of kisses. Not that she didn't appreciate them. This little girl was every bit as affectionate as her Mommy domme. "It is soon! I can't wait for my party!" She beamed, bouncing up onto the tips of her toes briefly before falling back onto the flats of her feet. If they'd been together long, this little family of theirs, she might have inquired about her presents:<em>What are you getting me? Do I get a present from both of you? I want this. I want that.</em>The sort of thing any typical little girl would do. But they hadn't been together very long, and Celeste didn't want them to start worrying she was only here for their money. So, instead of asking about her presents, she just gave her Mommy another big hug and a kiss.<br/><br/>It didn't take long for boredom to kick back in once they started around the store together. Celeste lagged behind every few minutes, distracted by one thing or another, until Mommy's grip on her hand tugged her back alongside the cart. To her credit, at least, Celeste didn't bother the older woman by asking over and over:<em>Are we done yet?</em>She kept her silence, held her tongue, and even managed to keep her hot little hands from snatching anymore sugary treats into their cart.<br/><br/>That is, until they reached the cereal section.<br/><br/>Celeste watched from the cart for a few moments while Mommy examined two boxes of cereal. She couldn't see what they were, but judging by the bland boxes -- they weren't nearly colourful enough -- she doubted they were the kind she liked. Which of course meant she'd have to do a little shopping on her own. Her eyes were drawn to the shelves behind her. That's where the colourful boxes she recognized were all lined up in delicious rows. She did not ask permission.<br/><br/>A few seconds later, she had two boxes of Fruit Loops -- her favourite -- and one Lucky Charms in her arms. She returned to the cart, dropped them unceremoniously over the edge, the boxes landing with a dull thud atop whatever they happened to hit on their way down. Celeste didn't bother to look. Instead, she took the cart, twisted it around, and pushed it back toward where her Mommy was still examining the boring cereal. Celeste bumped the edge into her side. Just a gentle nudge to get her attention. Very soft. But still probably not appreciated by Mommy.<br/><br/>