Before I get to my post I want to recommend a movie for you all. Bree wanted to watch, What Dreams May Come, I had seen parts of it back in the day but did not remember it. It’s a great movie, the ultimate example of love and selfless sacrifice, well worth a look.
Now to my post, as the title implies (rather cleverly if I do say so myself) it’s about ageplay….in a way. Bree has her moments as a middle, not many but on occasion. Like my last post said she won’t let herself act out much but, when we go to the market or shopping (especially to the place I feel should be added to Dante’s levels of hell), Super Target, she has a little…pun intended…ritual.
Some of you may know, Bree is about 5’ 1” which makes it very difficult to find her if she takes off, which she likes to do. I told her to jump up and down so I might see her head bobbing among the hair products but, as we all know white girls (at least 5′ 1″ ones) can’t jump. She thinks it’s funny to take off with the cart. She’s also pretty good at hiding so I usually just wait at the checkout because she has to show up eventually right?
I swear next time I am going to tell the manager I have a lost child. All over Target you would hear “Breanna your dad’s looking for you,” lol. You never know with her.
Be good, or else…