Sims Sunday: Passing the Torch

One slightly sad side effect of my little Generation R experiment is that Reese has essentially grown up as an orphan.

Luckily his great-great-great-great-great-great-uncle Klango is around to look after him!

Speaking of Klango, he recently painted this oddly cello-shaped man.

Life continued. I stuck a burglar alarm on the outside wall of the house, which paid off.

Then it was time for Reese’s older sister Roxanne to grow up and move out. Which was great, because I was really tired of her crazy, constant insistence that something was in her way, when nothing was actually in her way.

(Apropos of nothing, this weekend I noticed myself drinking while holding my glass overhand, like a Sim. Should I be concerned?)

Reese grew into a surprisingly handsome young adult. I let him keep the eyebrows.

I’m not sure why he’s thinking about nuclear power, but it totally goes with his look!

I have long-range career plans for Reese. So I wanted to get him hooked up as quickly as possible, and get the baby-making out of the way.

There aren’t that many women in town, of the right age range, who aren’t related to him. He spent a frantic few days running around town introducing himself, asking if they were single.

“Hi, I’m Reese Alphabetti, are you single? Okay, thanks anyway.”

“Hi, I’m Reese Alphabetti, are you single? Okay, thanks anyway.”

Hold the phone! This one’s thinking about a baby bottle! That’s usually the sign of a “Family-Oriented” Sim, which would be helpful.

“Hi, I’m Reese Alphabetti, are you single? NO WAY REALLY YOU ARE!”

Unfortunately Alejandra Dobbins walked away without a word while Reese was warming her up with the sweet talk. Awkward!

He invited her over to the house the next afternoon. Ladies, remember: if a man offers to give you a backrub, he’s probably just trying to turn you into his baby factory.

Reese went in for a kiss, but she dodged him. (By the way, isn’t she adorable?)

Later, down in the orange basement, Alejandra let him sneak a smooch.

It must have been a pretty convincing first kiss! About an hour later, she agreed to marry him.

I tried to have a wedding somewhere other than the house, convinced that this time I could get it to work. Alas, I botched it. Again.

Fortunately I was able to catch Alejandra in time to settle for a private ceremony. They were wed at the park, while no one paid the least bit of attention.

While they were being wed, I caught Reese’s new cousin, Edgardo Alphabetti, proclaiming his love for cough syrup.

“…And that’s why they call it “purple stuff,” see?”

After Alejandra (Slob, Handy, Family-Oriented, Klepto, Lucky) and Reese returned home, the wedding bells were followed by a lullaby!

What better place to be conceived than The Purple Room?