“Hey, handsome~!”
“Eeep!”
“Sexy, right?”
“You, um, gave me quite the surprise!”
“So how about this baby making? I got all dolled up just for yooou~!”
“I have a feeling you’re not taking this seriously.”
“What are you talking about? I’m being super cereal right now!”
“Super cereal?”
“That’s what I said. Family planning is the most cereal thing ever!”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah! Now let’s both get cereal!”
“So, I was thinking, how about we have another baby?”
“What? Why would we do that?”
“I made a promise to my mother, Beau. She wants a Frances IV.”
“And you have to be the one to give her one becaaaause?”
“Because I’m Frances III”
“Okay, but we have Francesca. Close enough right?”
“We need to have a boy, Beau.”
“Well, when Francesca turns 18 we can ask her if she wants to-”
“No!”
“Okay, okay. I was just kidding. Hmmm…”
“Yes?”
“Y’know, trying might be fun. As long as you take the reigns for this one, I’m game.”
“So a deal?”
“Deal.”
“Thank you so much for coming over, Hannah. I don’t think Val has had a chance to introduce us.”
“Glad to be here. I heard you two had a son, is that right?”
“Yes, he’s our little Mason.”
“I am so sorry to hear that.”
“Huh? What’s wrong with us having a son?”
“What’s not wrong about you having a son? Sons are the worst!”
“Um, you’re kidding, right, Hannah?”
“Absolutely not! Boys are rude, selfish, and messy! Once they hit puberty they think it’s okay to view women as sexually attractive!”
“Um, Hannah? We find women sexually attractive.”
“Yeah, but… Boys are worse!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Mason is incredibly sweet and we wouldn’t trade him for the world.”
“Suit yourself. Just keep him away from football.”
“But Mason loves football…”
“Thanks for coming over. You know best about this stuff, after all.”
“Oh, you flatter too much. Now where’s our purple young man?”
“That’s me! Am I a real live alien yet?”
“A-ha-ha!”
“What’s so funny, Grandpa?”
“Jill, you called me just for this?”
“What are you talking about?”
“If you had said periwinkle-lavender and glitter I’d have answered you more easily! Your son’s fine!”
“What are you talking about? He’s got purple on his face!”
“I’m sure that must have been shocking, yes, but back home in Sixam, this is as common as they come! It’s just a case of… Oh darn, I can’t remember what the word back home was, but it translates literally to ‘periwinkle.’”
“’Periwinkle?’”
“A childhood illness of sorts. It’s not contagious and only affects aliens. Probably was attached to a spaceship and ended up here. He might be a little sluggish for a while, but it’s summer vacation and he can certainly afford an extra nap or two, right?”
“So… will he be purple forever?”
“No, no. Although back when I was a child, there was a fad where colony drones actively tried keeping the purple on, but it never quite worked out. It should be gone in a few days, maybe even sooner since the bug had to have come a long way to get here. Just don’t panic, okay?”
“Oh, thank the watcher!”
Charlie: “Aw, but I wanna be purple forever!”
“Hey, Dad? Can you come over? It could be an emergency and I don’t know if Charlie’s okay and I’m scared and-”
“Jill? Jill? Calm down. My hearing’s not as sharp as it used to be.”
“Sorry, I just… Charlie’s face is covered in purple.”
“Purple?”
“Yes! Purple!”
“I’ve never heard about anything like that… How about I visit and take a look myself?”
“Yes! Please! Thank you so much.”
“Mom! Look at me! I finally look like an alien!”
“Well, I don’t remember any purple being part of the alien color scheme.”
“Then how’d I get purple?”
“I’ll… have to ask your grandpa.”
“It’s not fair! No one’s gonna know I’m an alien!”
“Charlie, remember what grandma said will happen if you keep making faces?”
“It’ll freeze that way…”
“Let’s not have that happen, then. What seems to be the problem?”
“Connor’s got green freckles and I don’t! If I don’t look like an alien, who will believe me?”
“Hey, kiddo, you can express being an alien in different ways, you know. Like I use makeup and my favorite t-shirt.”
“But I wanna look like an alien for real! And makeup’s too girly!”
“Hm. You are just under ten, after all. Maybe some alien features might come in when you get a little older.”
“Can that really happen?”
“I think so.”
“I can’t wait to get older, then!”
“It would be so cool to be an alien like Grandpa!”
“Well, your mother is half alien, so that makes you and your brother a quarter alien.”
“Then how come we don’t have any green?”
“Um, my freckles are green.”
“Woah! You’re right! They are! Dad! Dad! Do I have any green freckles?”
“Nope, just regular ones. Sorry.”
“Is it true cousin Burple is gonna come here on a space ship?”
“And! And! And! Can we ride it when he lands?”
“I don’t know about all that, boys. Burple’s just moving here for a new life, after his acting career led to some, as he put it, reinforced negative stereotypes. He’ll even have a new name to protect himself, so let’s not blow his cover, alright? No mentions of Emperor Xizzle, either!”
“Aw, you’re no fun, mom!”
“Hey, front room’s unpacked, at least. Most were your nerd books on slugs, so I was mostly busy alphabetizing them how you like them. You feeling refreshed yet, sleeping beauty?”
“Not really. Can’t take a nap with post-inhaler jitters.”
“Your asthma bugging you?”
“Yeah… Doesn’t help the ragweed out here is brutal!”
“Well, it’s better than Downtown’s pollution, I thought we agreed. Besides, I thought you liked the outdoors? That was your cute little Garden Gnomes shtick when we were kids.”
“I still do, I promise! Moving’s just been rough. Why don’t you sit with me. You must be tired, too.”
“I dunno…”
“C’mon, it’s comfyyyyyy.”
“Heh, the bed is comfy. Scruff’s gonna love it while we’re at work!”
“See, I told you? And it’ll be puppy approved!”
“I’d hardly call him a puppy…”
“Okay, a big puppy.”
“Speaking of puppies, you wanna set up his toys next? Please? If he sees just me, he’ll take them off running!”
“Can we nap first? I’ll let you be the little spoon.”
The Sims of San Myshuno 