Tag: sims 2 story

“If it’s alright with everyone here, I have some exciting news to share with you.”

“What is it dad?”

“Are you and mom  having a baby!?”

“No, no. I was approached by the head of the Smuggsworth Program at your school earlier today.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means Rebecca’s test scores were high enough that they’d like her to be in a special gifted class this school year.”

“Really? And I’m the only one who got in?”

“It appears to be so.”

“Woah! Dad, are you serious!? I’ve been dying to get into that program since the third grade!”

“Yes, I am serious. I was in that program, too, as a child, back when we could afford it.”

“Why didn’t I inherit the torch to the Smuggsworth program?”

“Hey, I don’t make the decisions for those things.”

“Mom, if Louis and I didn’t get in Rebecca’s smart class, does that make us stupid?”

“W-What? That’s not an appropriate question to ask.”

“But are we?”

“O-Of… Of course not!”

“What’s bakin’, shakin’?”

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“Oh, just cupcakes for Florian’s school’s bake sale.”

“They look great, hon.”

“Thanks. I followed the school’s list of the rules to a T… at least, I think so.”

“Rules?”

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“Oh, just the usual: no nuts, no gluten, no peanuts, no dairy, no shellfish, no eggs, nothing from a company that cages animals, no sugar, no artificial colors, no GMOs, no anything that ends with -ose, and no traces of these ingredients of any kind”

“That’s… a lot of rules. And who bakes with shellfish?”

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“That’s what I was wondering, too! We never had these many rules when I was in school.”

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“But it’s good they care so much about the kids’ safety. Mr. Starchild was just saying to me the other day, nothing is more important than keeping our children safe.”

“Oh, mentioning Jared just reminded me!”

“Yeah?”

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“Is Florian going to the Starchilds’ kid’s chickenpox party this Saturday? Jared called just an hour ago because we never responded to his last eight invitations.”

“…”

“Yeah, I’m telling him ‘no.’”

“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…”

“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.”