The house is dark and quiet when we return, so we tiptoe upstairs. Sophia stops by the girls’ room and pokes her head in to make sure Desiree is okay. She and Tami are sleeping soundly as they should, so we scurry off to our room like giddy, horny teens for a little more fun before we crash. Quiet, PG-13 fun, of course, heh. In the morning, after we’re all packed and ready to go, we head downstairs for breakfast with the Banks family. In Dub-like fashion, he suggests we stay another day or two and make it a real vacation. Before I had a chance to protest, he pulls out his phone and extends the rental for a night, giving us two more days to enjoy Ciudad Enamorada. I love that guy.
After breakfast and goodbyes, we roam around the neighborhood to find something family-friendly to get into. I’m doubtful about finding anything, seeing as this city is known for its lustful shenanigans, but we eventually stumble upon another park. It’s visually divided by activity and age group, so I looked for the tiny tot stuff. I put Desi down in front of the slide and she climbs up. When she gets to the top, she doesn’t know what to do. Or maybe she does and she’s just scared. I tell her to sit and scoot toward the edge until she slides down. We cheer her on so she knows it’s gonna be fun and not dangerous.
She sits and scoots, so I go to the front so she can see me. Her scoots are hesitant, but she eventually slides. The faster movement frightens her at first, and I thought she might have a fit. But when she reached the end, she looked pleasantly surprised. I’m proud of her for doing it, but hope I haven’t created a thrill-seeking monster, heh.
She slides a few more times before Kooper catches her attention, so Sophia and I sit nearby and discuss our Harvestfest plans. Even though all the kids are completely mobile, it’s still far easier for us to bring the food to Newcrest than for Less to bring all those kids to our house, so we decided we would go to Newcrest. I also added a mental note to start looking for a house when we get back so we can put these kinds of discussions and decisions behind us.
I just happened to look over my shoulder and saw something that made me feel both embarrassed and alarmed.
“Oh my Watcher,” I said.
“What is it?”
“Our child is running around naked.“
Sophia thinks it’s funny, but I hop up and run after her. It’s kinda crazy how fast toddlers are. I grab her when I catch up so we could find where she ditched her clothes. Sophia is still laughing, but I suppose it is hilarious watching a panicked grown man chase after a naked baby.
“Do you not recognize this behavior, Luca? Her parents aren’t very fond of wearing clothes either!”
“Desi, honey, you have to keep your clothes on,” I say while redressing her.
“Koopa an Wosie no have quoas,” she says.
Her very sound logic makes me smile. She’s so smart.
“Kooper and Rosie are dogs. Dogs don’t wear clothes.”
My tone is friendly, but I can see the disappointment growing on her face, and I know she feels like she did something bad, so I hug her.
“I’m not mad, okay? I love you. Just keep your clothes on outside.”
“Otay daddy.”
park by @mysimsloveaffair