Sulfur, remember how you said your mother was behaving inappropriately last chapter?
Whatever she did, it can’t be more inappropriate than banging the drums at 2 in the morning. Across the hall from the toddlers’ room.
Not that any of the toddlers were in the cribs, because no one knows how to work a crib, apparently.
Kay: Like this?
Kay: Nevermind. I’ll just put you in here.
Scandium: But I hungry, not sleepy.
Vanadium’s the only one who was actually put to bed.
And no one knows how to eat cake, apparently.
Scandium: Mama, you never actually gave me food.
What would we do without Binky?
Nom nom nom.
As he continues being awesome, Binky feeds not one but TWO hungry toddlers. But I mostly took this picture to show off my spiffy white milk.
How come no one’s mad about Phosphorus and Merlot kissing? Because they’re married and my sims feel like imposing morals on everyone else!
Phosphorus: The best part of a party is the floor-cake afterwards.
The kids are going out on a family outing to the art museum. Except for Scandium, who’s sleeping because she was left in the high chair all night.
Kay: Guess who?
Calcium: I know it’s you, Kay. Why do you have your chest shoved into my back?
Calcium: Why don’t you try it out on that guy.
Kay: Excuse me, but I don’t sleep around. Yet. I don’t get why everyone’s so upset with me for getting pregnant with the kids that I need to have because I’m heir.
This is awkward. Come on, guys. This is not Game of Thrones.
Binky: I completely forgot that I can’t stand art.
Argon: I wonder if this guy likes to play pretend too…
And no one is watching the kids. I guess that’s my job now.
Vanadium: Look, Titanium! I have an imaginary friend and you don’t!
Titanium: Can I play?
Vanadium: No way! Mine. Not yours.
Vanadium: If I hug it enough, it’ll become real and be my spouse. My key to heirship!
Titanium: Not if I play with your mom’s imaginary friend and make it come real for me.
Argon: Hey, do you like art?
Man: I think you should really pay attention to your kids, ma’am.
Argon: Great. They others all left. How am I supposed to take the kids home?
Phosphorus: SUPER GRANDMA TO THE RESCUE.
Argon: You only came because I called you… and that was hours ago.
Phosphorus: I needed to get sober first. Don’t drink and drive, kids!
Argon: Where’d I put the kid I was holding?
They eventually all got home.
And Argon started cooking in the dead people room again!
Next sim who does this will become a permanent fixture of the dead people room. I swear.
Argon: There’s no stove in this room.
Then why not stay in the KITCHEN?
I don’t know why Kay is giving her son a dirty look, but it’s birthday time because I just remembered why I don’t do three toddlers at once.
Scandium can’t stand art.
Scandium: I like to think I’ll be a living reminder of Great-Grandpa Binky’s hatred for art once he passes on.
Titanium is now a coward, like Aunt Argon. This is not the best trait to have in a household which keeps all its ghosts.
Guess what trait Vanadium rolled! Insane, keeping the Mendeleev tradition alive as well as taking after her mother.
Neither of the IFs became real, which is fine. Titanium is still obsessing over Vanadium’s doll, though.
Titanium: Can I play with it?
Vanadium: Still. Mine.