I decided to turn Wingdings around and hustle her down to the park to start hitting on strangers. You know how I do.
She hit it off really well with this fellow, who has the extremely unlikely name “Andrea Person.”
Sidebar: Ages ago I heard that song “Con Te Partiro” and I wanted a copy. I looked and looked and looked, but I could only find a version by some chick named Andrea. And the version I’d heard definitely had used a male singer.
One day I griped about it to a friend. He laughed himself to tears, then explained that I was apparently the only person in the world who didn’t know that Andrea Bocelli is a dude. WELL SORRY.
Fate intervened the next day, when Andrea turned up at one of Wingdings’ public clinics.
He had a nasty case of Llama Tail, but she gave him some pills that cleared it right up. (Whatever it is.)
She invited him over that night, and things went… very well.
Maybe it was the plaid. They were both clearly smitten.
Whoops, but not THAT well!
He did agree to spend the night, and to be her boyfriend. The next morning, she wasted no time. Wingdings proposed marriage while they were trying to decide between waffles or pancakes for breakfast.
You won’t believe who turned up for the wedding!
It’s the mysterious Pablo! Well, sorry man, you lost your chance.
Perhaps predictably, the wedding was ruined when an old person died.
Which caused Wingdings to make this face.
In all the confusion, somehow Wingdings and Andrea ended up exchanging vows in the bathroom. Classy.
Andrea has a Lifetime Wish to become a famous author. I sent him out to a writing class.
Then to City Hall, to register as a writer. (Because that’s how it works in Twinbrook; you have to register.)
Then I sent him to the stylist, so that maybe he could start looking the part.
I don’t think the stylist was impressed with Andrea’s sweater.
Nice! Very cyberpunk.
Meanwhile, Wingdings had been transformed into her maternity outfit. It’s very…. yeah.
I forgot to have her announce the pregnancy to Andrea until it was comically late.
Dude, do NOT say “Oh, I thought you were just getting fat.” Not if you value your life.
P.S. Oh yeah, I gave him a mohawk!
He was stoked about the pregnancy.
Oops, it’s time!
Sure, just put that one on the marble floor. I don’t see a problem with that.
Welcome baby girl Xena and baby girl Xolotl.
Still going with the 1980s theme. I call this model the “El DeBarge.”
And I named this one “Pouf Valance.”
I set Andrea to work. He’s got the outfit and the attitude to be an author, but does he have the skill? Pfft, with a mohawk like that, who cares?
Sims always feed kids in the high chair, then forget to take them out. Poor Xolotl has been stuck in there for hours!
Don’t poke the baby with your hair.
Baby Xena bides her time. Waiting for… I know not what.
Looks a bit menacing, doesn’t she?
Dude! You MUST save Pablo for an affair later on!
Does she still have a burning need to meet Pablo, or has the moment passed?
But, but, I *loved* the snowman sweater!
The snowman sweater was weird-cool, but he’s rocking that mohawk.
Xeres, that wish was fulfilled, and she hasn’t had another! So weird!
And now you’re all making me think I should put him in the mohawk AND the sweater!
mohawk and sweater would be pretty awesome!
also i got so sick of the high chair thing, that now i don’t buy one and make them feed the kids on the floor. at least that way they can crawl away when done!
Oh lordy, Andrea’s cardi is just wonderfully terrible. That kid at the end is super creepy btw.
The high chair problem is very annoying. I would just delete the high chair and make them eat on the floor but I like to give them their favourite food.
Is THAT what happens? I’ve noticed that each toddler gets a different plate of whatever, but I could never figure out the logic!
hmm? Oh when they’re in the highchair you can give them mush or milk, or if you have a food processor and leftovers you can feed them proper food. I make the parents cook the toddler’s favourite food and then turn it to mush to get the great meal moodlet.
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