“Why didn’t I get one?”
“Have patience,” I encouraged. “That’s the best part of fishing — the relaxing wait — just soaking in the sun, enjoying the refreshing breeze…” Laurel met her cousin, Adolfo, on the playground. “And then someone was like ‘Hey, Kevin!’ and my sister literally made this pose.” “Little dudette, stahp, I’m going to explode with laughter.” “Daddy! My pole is bending!”
“Reel in your line slo-”
*Cue some weird echolocation pterodactyl screech from Laurel*WHAT IS THIS FACE? “Ah, plum…looks like we’ve gotten into the weeds…” “I’ve got one! I’ve got one!! THIS ONE WILL NOT GET AWAY!” “Well, that one didn’t get a-
“Don’t say it.” Laurel crashed a townie party, and proceeded to jump around in their trash. At least she cleaned it up afterward? Then she sat down by the restrooms to do her homework. That’s my girl. “I think…I think I have one…”
“Anytime, Sweetheart. Daddy loves you.”
Fey had a few choice words for Sorrel when we got home. Good vs. Evil…it’s a never ending battle… “Look, small fry, this is what I think of your attempts to foil my evil plans. I know what you did to Moosley.”
“Wha–? I just asked to borrow some perfume…I smell like fish…”
“Well, you know, my room is over there, and the kitchen is down there. I figured I’d make dinner, since we have guests over.”
I finished dinner while Isis worked her motherly magic; it wasn’t actually that bad! I’d go to the extent of saying it was excellent!
After dinner (or, more accurately, during dinner…Sorrel isn’t the most patient Sim), Isis brought out the cake. Rowan came over for the party (he had been sort of close to Sorrel, before he decided pregnancy is an std and children are all demon spawn). He sure was excited that Sorrel was leaving childhood behind for a more mature life. Cousin Maribel was also present for Laurel’s moral support. Having a big sister leave you behind in childhood can be tough. My little girl blew out the candles and whirled into teenagedom. Wow…the resemblance between her and Fey is striking.
“Oh, c’mon! That’s the smell of hard work, dedication, and success!”
As a birthday present, we remodeled Rowan’s old room so Sorrel can have her own “teenage room.”“Aww, guys, it’s great! I promise, I really love it, I’m just so tired…”Some pictures of the room; Isis is quite the interior designer. Just one more thing to love about her. She really is perfect…
But she won’t be alone for long.