Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Hi Mum, it's Sammy (clone 59 - part 6)
"Thanks Sunny. How was your day?"
"Kept an eye on Donna. Tried to teach Charlie to talk but he's too fond of that blasted toy of his. He doesn't concentrate. How was your day, dear?"
"Same old. Maintenance around the station. A workout. Small kitchen fire."
"Another fire? People are so careless."
"Hey, they might have had a reason. Like the birth of a baby." I grinned at Sunny. "Those babies are mighty distracting. We were lucky that sitter took care of the fire so fast. By the way, Sunny, can I ask you," I paused for a breath.
"The answer is no, Sam."
"No more babies. I want to get back to the theatre before they forget me."
"No one ever forgets you, Sunshine."
"No Sam. No more babies." Hmm, I'll have to work on this.
"It came to do one thing."
"It came to...It came to...tickle Charlie." Charlie loves the claw story. Well, he loves the end of the claw story.
It's Friday night, the weekend is finally upon us and I have the whole weekend off.
"Sunny, I have the kids. Would you like to go out for the day?"
"Sammy, that's a great idea."
Mind you, she's not so careful about her husband. She woke me out of a sound sleep with that blasted instrument.
I know, he is spoilt. Sorry you aren't here to help but we are doing the best that we can. Toys, books, attention, he gets it all if we can afford it.
"Who's a gorgeous baby? Who's a gorgeous baby? Why it's Donna! Donna is a gorgeous baby."
"Yes, I wanted to celebrate my success at the park today."
"You are looking splendid. That hair really suits you. By the way,"
"No Sam. No more babies."
"Suuunnnnny, just one. Just one more baby."
"Do you want to be the one pregnant, Mister?"
"I don't think it works that way."
"Then no. N O, no!"
I've been introduced, the toy is Patch or Patches or Patsy. Not quite sure really.
"Sam! You shouldn't have."
"Oh Sammy, so beautiful."
"I want you to be happy, Sunny. We might not be able to afford a really fancy place and all that, but we can afford happiness in abundance."
She took a big sniff of the flowers. "Maybe, Sam. Maybe."
"You better believe it honey. Treat me wrong and I'm so out of here."
Ha, like I'd do such a thing as treat my Sunshine wrong.
Both Thomas and Marta Tomasi came to the party. We didn't expect that Marta would do the honours for Donna.
It's not every toddler who has a celebrity to bring them to birthday cake. I was actually slightly worried. Suppose they decide to take Donna with them when they leave? How do you report to the police that celebs stole your baby? Fortunately, they just wanted to help the baby, it's been awhile since their youngest was that small.
I sat down to teach her to talk. She was definitely not keen on the concept. She was looking at everything around but me.
BTW Mum, did you ever hear of an Aunt Jessie? Cause the other day, I got an inheritance check from her estate, 32,000 simoleons no less. We can afford get some serious renovations done to this place. Good thing, there's no space for Donna until we do.
Don't tell Sunny, I'm going to make sure that there is space for a 3rd baby. Just in case I can talk her into it.
Oh, and it's Patches.
A second bath is also on the renovations list. Four people and one bath is asking for trouble.
Poor Donna. Mom's hair but Daddy's face. Which means, she'll never be a winner in a Sim pageant.