Donna: Well well WELL. Looks like I’m ahead again. How’s the potty training going? Stll not quite there, huh? Don’t worry, you’ll get it before high school, I’m sure.
Della: Oh gosh, aren’t you smug. I thinkg I’m going to go over there.
Della: You know, on my legs. Oh, you didn’t see me learning that? That’s too bad.
Donna: *grits gums*
Reminder: There hasn’t been a bathtub/shower on the lot since like day 6 of the gen.
Geoff: Hi
Hawthorne: Yeah, it was prety beat up when I bought it, but it’s running smooth now. The right door sticks a bit…
Geoff: HI
Hawthorne: *slow exhale* …but that’s pretty much the only thing I couldn’t fix…
Geoff, bodily inserting himself between Hawthorne and the townie: Are you like…. ignoring me
Hawthorne: God DAMN– yes, I’m ignoring you! How many dropped phonecalls is it going to take for you to take the hint? I’m busy, and you’re pushy! You call for hours on end, I had to turn off the phone because it kept waking up my kids! Just piss off!
Geoff: Waking up your WHAT?
Marissa: Oh I came by at a right moment.
Hawthorne: You know what, keep still for a sec.
Geoff: I have no idea who I am or how I got there, but there’s this peculiar taste in my mouth… a silver spoon? Like even though I know absolutely nothing, things will work out just fine with no additional effort from me?
Townie: Sir, just what kind of establishment is it.
Things are… hectic. Even with the throne of darkness, Hawthorne has zero time for himself. Tired. Hungry. Falling asleep everywhere. Della refuses to be potty trained most of the time.
Hawthorne: Okay, so that’s maybe a little bit of a dick move, not very didactic, but… hmmmmm.
Hawthorne: Della, do you want to see a magic trick? It will be a little spooky, but nothing to worry about.
Hawthorne: …and it’s been two days and they still don’t have any toys, so I NEED you to buy that car already, okay?
Samantha: I’m just not sure. I’m kinda hoping to upgrade to a broom soon…
Hawthorne: Oh my god, I don’t care, I’ve wasted two days of toddler skilling because they’re too bored to learn, I NEED MONEY and you’ve been standing here for six hours, are you buying or can I go feed my kids already?
Samantha: I think I’m going to go home and think it over, so…
Hawthorne: Give me your wallet.
Samantha: What?
Hawthorne: GIVE ME YOUR WALLET!
All I had to do was lower their daily to 0 and they’re rolling that ball all by themselves.
Poor Poe was so excited to be out of the netherrealm, and about the new rugs. He didn’t know yet.
Hawthorne: I need a favor, buddy.
Hawthorne: Aww, see, she likes you! I’ll be back in a moment, I jsut need some time on the throne.
Donna: So you’re real tight with my dad, hm? Best buds? Great pals? Let me tell you how things are going to look like around these parts from now on: you are #2, get it?
Well, now that the girls are toddlers, I’m suddenly not down with these living arrangements. I know that sims are safe as houses no matter the height, but I still don’t like leaving toddlers up there, on principle.
This is the best I could manage – letting the kids roam downstairs jsut wasn’t working out, this lot is so huge that they’d pass out in a distant corner and it would take 6 in-game hours for the exhausted dad to get them. The locked playpen worked out pretty well, and I couldn’t afford anything more substantial.