Page 47 of Schooling Little Sage

“Let’s grab a snack and walk around.” Daddy came around and unbelted me before he helped me out. “My good boy deserves a break.”

The first place he took me into was named Dungeons and Dollies. It was a furniture store. “Daddy, is this all Littles’ fun-iture?”

Daddy laughed. “Fun-iture, I like that and yes it is, along with other kink lifestyle furnishing. I think we need a dresser for your playroom, what do you say?”

I thought about it and realized he was right. “Yeah, probably a good idea since I kind of took over yours.”

“Ours, and if you recall correctly, it’s Daddy who can’t stop buying you cute outfits.”

“Like this one,” I tugged at my top that said, Daddy’s Little Butterfly with pretty flutter-flies all over it.

“Welcome, folks, I’m Colton. What brings you in today?”

Daddy shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, Colton. I’m Warner and this is my boy, Sage. We live over on the Ranch and we’re decorating his new playroom.”

“How exciting. It’s wonderful to meet you both. Tell me, Sage, what are your absolute favorite things?”

“Besides Daddy?” They chuckled. “Butterflies, Ninja Turtles, all kinds of animals.”

“Hmm, I think I have an idea. Take a look around and if you see anything just holler. We can customize it from there.”

Daddy and I walked around and found a couple we liked. While I was looking at the carvings, he talked to Colton. It was a lot of wood, but the details put into each piece were amazing.

“Alright, butterfly, next stop.”

“Little Dragon Treasures, I like it already, Daddy.”

“I’m Calla.” A bubbly girl skipped over to us. “Who are you?”

“I’m Sage and this is my Daddy.”

“Hi, Sage’s Daddy. Look at all the stuff I made.” Her giggles triggered mine. “What kind of stuff do you like?”

“Everything. You really made this stuff?”

“Well, not the clothes, but all the crochet stuff I did.”

“Daddy, can I get one of her cro-cro—” I had trouble with the word.

“Crochet?” Daddy helped.

“Yes, please.”

“I think that’s a wonderful idea, little butterfly. Calla, why don’t you show Sage your creations while I shop around?”

“Okay, Sage’s Daddy.” Calla held my hand and tugged me toward the homemade stuffies. “I’ve got dragons, RAWR!” she growled. “And bears, and all kinds of silly stuff.”

“I love the dragon and I don’t have anything like it. Can you help me pick out one for my friends Devon and Dempsey?”

“Are they twins?” she asked.

“Nope. They don’t even live in the same state.”

“Mmm, ’kay, how about a lion for Devon and a”—she poked around the others—“there. How about a rainbow fishy for Dempsey?”

“That almost rhymes.” I liked her so much, I knew for sure that Daddy and I would come back here.

“You’re creations are wonderful, Calla,” Daddy told her. “I see you did some shopping too, Sage.”