1990

It was the everyone’s favorite time of the year…Christmas. For you and Bret, this holiday was extra special ever since you guys welcomed in your 3 year old daughter. She was Bret’s sunshine, and joy. Bret was one of those dads that let his daughter get away with anything and everything, he was definitely the softer parent on a lot of things, and never dared to even think of telling his daughter the word “No”. At just 3 years old she was really spoiled. By you, Bret, her “Uncle’s” (who were just Bret’s band mates.). There were technically only a few days until Christmas, and yet, you nor Bret had got any Christmas shopping done. There were technically both of you settled on doing all of the Christmas shopping together, and drop the toddler off at your mothers until finished.

The store’s were crowded, Bret didn’t want to be noticed by some people in the store, but still took some pictures with some fans and signed some things for them. His main focus was picking out something’s to put in the cart for both his girls. He had put something’s in the cart that he wanted to gift you for Christmas (even if you could see it), and the rest were things you guys picked out for your daughter. Half the cart was filled with a verity of different toys. It was getting full to the point where almost nothing else could fit in, Bret kept going back down the aisle, picking up different things. By this time, he came back and realized that he may had over done it.

Bret: Alright Babe, let’s leave this store before I go even more crazy

He let out a small chuckle as he scratched the back of his head. He was even considering putting some stuff back, even he had to give himself a limit every once in a while. He didn’t want to go too crazy, but he also wanted to be an over the top father as well, just because he could and wanted his baby to have a lovely childhood. Spoiling was just his way of showing love, and he still had a lot more that he wanted to get you before the holidays came.