Little Star is 8. She likes pink, colouring, sweeties, blanket forts, her kitties, playing make-believe and being told she’s a good girl.
She’s a princess, so spoiled and so loved.
She emerged from no where, unpredicted and yet very welcome.
The wrong-hotness of being ‘little’ and yet doing bad big girl things does things to me. Things a little girl shouldn’t know anything about. Yet she can can’t help it, she knows she shouldn’t want to, she shouldn’t kiss her Uncle like that yet…she can’t help herself….
Tea time with the kitties, so innocent
Genuine glee at colouring. Little Star chose a duck, they’re Uncle’s favourite
Everything will be OK, as long as you stay in the lines…
Little Star can choose any of the colours. As long as she lifts her dress to let them all see….
Good girls get rewarded with lollypops!
“My lollypop. Mine.”
Kitties whisper bad things…naughty ideas
Shhhh! Don’t tell anyone….