Whenever we go shopping, Daddy makes me hold his hand. This isn’t a hardship or anything, ’cause I like holding hands. It just makes it difficult sometimes for me to get to see all the interesting stuff in all of the stores.

I don’t have to buy everything I see (really!), but I do like to look and sometimes to touch. Daddy says he holds my hand because I have attention issues.

Okay, so there was that one time I got lost at Target and they had to page for him, but honestly … well, okay, so there was that other time when he had to come looking and found me taste-testing alla the cake frostings at the grocery store. I think it’s better knowing in advance that banana-flavored frosting is yucky, don’t you?

So. . .here’s the thing about ball gags. Daddy doesn’t usually like gags cause he likes to use. . . (ahem). . .other things to stick in my mouth. So he was not really used to ball gags being present so when he decided that he wanted to stick said “other thing” in my mouth and forgot that my mouth was already plugged full. . .it didn’t work out well. There was a sudden “Poooinggg” sound as flesh hit rubber followed by a grunt of pain.

And to let you know. . .it is very possible to giggle while ball gagged and that is really not taken well nor appreciated in the fun, light hearted way it was meant.