So... Daddy dropped her off for a short visit with Auntie Mallie. She was so, so, so, sooooo pretty! Like a blonde princess! And she was so fun! And Sunny almost couldn't contain herself much longer when David knocked on the door... well, Sunny followed with her own knocks shortly thereafter. Knock! Knockknockknock! Add a little dash of a happy dance and for being someone that Sunny met not too terribly long ago, Sunny sure did latch on to the tall blonde that opened her door to the petite girl. "Hi Auntie Mallie!" Sunny let herself in and, miniature purse in tow, she buried her face into Mallory's leg and reached her arms up, up, up! and around Mallory's waist.
Her eyes closed and the tiny girl snuggled right into place, taking a deep breath while the two adults communicated a timeframe and all that. But Sunny didn't care! She was distracted and, "Auntie Mallie, you smell really pretty." Sniff, sniff! "Like sunshine and lavender!" Sunny smiled sweetly and was suddenly getting headbutted by Dior.
"Kitty!" Her small hands reached out as she sunk to the orange kitty cat's level, "I missed you! Did you miss me?" She let out a stringing of giggles and stood up once more while Dior snaked around her snow leopard legging-ed legs. Sunny turned and blew Daddy a kiss before racing inside, her unicorn tee blurring into a lovely shade of purple and pink streaks as she raced the cat towards the living room.
"Auntie Mal! We beat you!" Sunny called out, tossing her bag onto the couch before scrambling up to sit next to Dior. She scratched behind the cat's ears and started the animal into purr-mode before pulling her bag onto her lap. "I think we are going to be going on a photoshoot, Dior." Sunny nodded as if to justify her statement. "Yup, and I brought along make up that Mommy and Myffy gave me, see?" Sunny unzipped her bag and revealed the contents to the kitty who was, well... obviously not interested, but that didn't phase Sunny in the least. "We have to fix my hair up though, okay?" She lifted her arms up then and tangled her small fingers into her mess of blonde hair. "Because I have to look just as prettiful as Mallory, okay?"
Skye was in for some trouble when this little one grew up, and the poor dear didn't even know it.
