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 Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 11:51 am
Emily's books told her all sorts of things about how to take care of a small child. She'd come to the conclusion that Clara wasn't entirely an infant-- though small and still requiring of diapers and bottles and such, the little girl could walk well enough and she was pretty sure that put her into the range of toddlers.
And so, lacking in any sort of toys (or really, baby equipment, but she'd already gone and purchased all of that stuff) she decided to make a trip to the store for it.
She'd settled little Clara comfortably in the front part of a shopping cart (strapped her in, too, as Clara seemed to have enough of an adventurous spirit to try evacuating the seat if at all possible) and was venturing forth into the unknown world of children's toys.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 4:02 pm
It had been a rather dull day at the McCormick household and after a bit of badgering and a few moments of wide puppy eyes, however discouraging the bi-colored irises may be, Quincy eventually won free reign from the house to a nearby toy store. However, upon arriving the boy immediately found himself at an impasse. While Aaron and Jack took a trolley around the store, attempting to find new sheets for the alien's newer big boy bed and plate ware, Quincy was left abandoned to 'find something that doesn't involve guns'.... This was quite perplexing given that Quincy didn't even like guns all that much, it just happened that all his books focusing on WWII had a plethora of weapons in them. He just liked the planes.
Somewhere in limbo of power ranger and barbie Quincy managed to find himself among the baby equipment. He scrunched his nose and pulled his flight coat higher up his shoulders as he analyzed a plate with a bright duck sitting in the middle. How did he get here? Blue and Brown eyes moved across the aisle, worry clearly written on his face as a flush crawled up his neck and cheeks. He wasn't a baby anymore... So with his tail sliding between his legs he cowered away from the pastel colored equipment and moved up the aisle hopefully to a more comfortable zone.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 5:03 pm
Emily seemed even more out of sorts than Quincy, and the mouselet who had begun struggling in her arms didn't help the situation. Desperately, the woman looked at the older boy as he made his way out of the section,
"Hey, can you wait a second? I could...use a bit of advice," she peered at all the toys conspicuously. Which of these toys would a child so small actually -enjoy-?
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 10:13 pm
Winona sighed softly she walked through the store, hard hooves clicking and clacking on the shiny floor. The girl wasn't really good at shopping for people not herself, the bison girl always knew what she wanted, knowing what others wanted was a lot harder. Of course Winona thought it was impossible to know what Moloch wanted, her little sister mostly just wanted to chew on or crush things.
Of course the chewing was worse now, a tooth doctor had said Moloch was teething and needed lots of soft things to chew. Winona had thought Moloch might like to chew toys that she could keep better than just boring old teething rings, plus toys didn't have that weird liquid inside. Though the white haired girl hadn't expected to actually have to pick said toys when she made the suggestion. at least her mother had given her extra money so she could get a treat for herself after she picked out some toys.
Still as Winona's tail flicked behind her while she entered the aisle she needed, already partially occupied, her treat had to wait until she figured out what sort of soft squishy thing Moloch would like.
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