Daddy and Baby Layne are both adults over 18 years old. This story is fictional and contains role-play between two consenting adults. This story has nothing to do with real children.

The Role Play Adventures of Baby Layne and her Daddy

Written by Baby Layne: chucks_babylayne@yahoo.com

PICNIC AT THE PARK

I stood in my pink onezie looking out side the window, my yellow Sesame Street bottle hanging from between my teeth. It was a beautiful day outside. It hadn't been sunny or warm in the last little while. Daddy walked over to me and put his hand on my shoulder. And I looked up at him and he smiled.

“I wanna go outside.” I said with a little pout.

Daddy smiles at me and says, “Why don’t you play with your blocks and I’ll make some lunch. And then maybe we can go out this afternoon.”

“Okay.” I say and go back to where I had my blocks set up in front of the television which is play Tree house Television. I can hear Daddy in the kitchen, he’s making more noise then usual but I shrug it off. And try and build a castle for my beanie babies to live in. I frown at the top few blocks which keep falling off.

I hear Daddy come back in but I am focusing hard on the red block. When I finally get it to stay on top of the tower and look over at Daddy. He’s got my overalls in his hands and I give him a questioning look. But he smiles at me and tells me to step into the overalls

I smile and get up; knowing Daddy’s got something in store for me. With his help I step inside the overalls and Daddy does the snaps up for me before he gives me a kiss making me giggle a little.

“We’re gonna go on a picnic.” Daddy whispers into my ear. And I jump up and down excitedly. “Now go grab your sandals from your room and I’ll help you put them on.”

I rush up the stairs, kind of tripping on the top stair on my way up. I run into my room and grab my purple sandals and I run back down with them in my hands. I sit on the bottom step and with Daddy’s help I do them up.

“Do you want to walk like a big girl to the park? Or are we going to take your stroller?” Daddy asks.

I love being pushed in the stroller but it’s such a nice day that I want to be able to walk and enjoy it. “Walk!” I answer with a grin.

He nods at me and grabs the cooler he’s made up and takes me by the hand as we leave the house. We begin the walk to the park and it is really a nice day outside. I walk holding Daddy’s hand and jump over the cracks in the sidewalk as we go.

We get a few stares from people who are out enjoying the day, but nothing more then curious looks.

When we get to the park I look I see that there’s no one at the swings. “Can I go on the swings Daddy?”

Daddy looks around the park and smiles. “Go ahead Princess for a few minutes. I’m just going to set the picnic up. You come back when I call okay?”

“Okay” I chime and run off to the swings. I swing for a good deal of time when all of a sudden the swing stops and I am almost thrown to the ground I look over and Daddy’s got the swing in his hand and I can tell he’s not pleased.

“I called you for a good five minutes.” He tells me. I didn’t even hear him.

“Sorry Daddy.” I say as I get off the swing. He gives me a light swat on the bottom. I look up at him and add “I didn’t hear you.”

He’s stern face turns into a smile. “You were having fun.” He says and I smile back at him. He takes my hand and leads me back to where the picnic in set up on a nice red blanket.

He hands me a sippy cup of grape juice and I enjoy it. He asks me if I want peanut butter and jelly sandwich or chicken fingers.

I shrug and the say “Chicken, please.”

He hands me a small Tupper wear container of chicken fingers and beside me he puts another one of honey. I dip my chicken fingers into the honey and eat them I get honey all over my face and some onto my overalls.

When I finish my chicken fingers Daddy attacks me with a washcloth and I struggle to get away from him. But he tickles me and I just giggle and finally let him wash it all the stickiness away from my face.

I pick at the peanut butter and jelly sandwich and Daddy talks to me about different things. And when I am done he hands me a rice krispey square for dessert.

When I am done I notice the parks full and none of the swings are free. Daddy must have seen me pout because he says, “Why don’t we go for a walk to the store to get some ice cream?”

I nod eagerly and help Daddy clean up the remnants of our picnic. Once again we walk hand in hand towards the small little snack stand in the middle of the park. Daddy get’s me a bubble gum flavor kiddie cone and he gets a vanilla one for himself.

We sit at the benches close by and watch all the cyclists and the people walking their dogs go by. Every now and then Daddy reaches out and wipes some ice cream from my face.

Two ladies, one older then the other, sit down on the bench next to us. The older lady of the two leans over and my Daddy looks at her, “Your little girl is such a sweetie.” She says with a wink and my face goes bright red. The younger girl’s face is red too but the two of exchange smiles.

Daddy and the other woman exchange grins too. She hands him a piece of paper. “It’s our e-mail. If you ever want a play date, or even just to hang out. Give us a shout.”

Daddy thanks the woman and she takes her baby girl by the hand both Daddy and I grin seeing the diaper bulge underneath the younger girl’s shorts.

“That might be fun.” He says to me. And I nod as I finish up my ice cream.

Daddy wipes my face again, and again I make a scene. He tickles me making me squeal a little. And then plants a kiss on my fore head. “Such a good girl you are.”

“Thanks Daddy.” I reply and he takes my hand and leads me back to the playground where there is an empty swing calling my name.