The weather improved slightly while we were in Copperdale. It warmed up enough to begin melting the snow, but it was still pretty cold. The football contest was underwhelming. We took a few selfies and browsed the merch table, but other than that, there wasn’t much going on. They wouldn’t even let us throw the footballs around unless we were on the team, so we left and went back home to warm San Sequoia.
Rosie greeted us at the door and acted like she hadn’t seen us in days. I love how playful and connected she’s been since moving here. Maybe she’s getting old again and wants to stay closer to home? That’s not a thought I want to entertain. I needed to relieve myself and stepped into the bathroom, but Desi followed me. I laughed because this reminded me too much of our “bathroom dates” when she was a baby. Life is so very funny like that.
“Do you want to talk about what happened at the restaurant?” I asked.
She nodded.
“Did you do it because you couldn’t hold it in, or did you do it on purpose?”
“Sometimes I can’t stop it. But sometimes I do it because Arvin thinks it’s funny.”
“He told you that?”
“No, but I saw him laughing.”
“So, it’s important to you what Arvin thinks?”
She shrugged.
Oy. I don’t want to raise a clown who does things for laughs, but I know she’s just trying to make friends with her cousins. What can I say to make her see she doesn’t need to do it this way?
“Is Arvin your favorite cousin?”
“I don’t know.”
“Okay. When you’re in a group like that, you can’t focus on just one sim. The point of being in a group is to hang out together. Doing things to make one sim happy makes everyone else feel left out or might offend someone, like when Bre yelled at you. Does that make sense?”
She nodded.
“Okay. If you really can’t help it, we’ll take you to the doctor to make sure you’re alright, but don’t do that at the table anymore. It’s not nice.”
I wanted to say “it’s disgusting,” but I didn’t want to leave room for her to misinterpret and think I said she is disgusting.
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“It’s okay, baby girl. Can Daddy pee now?”
She giggled and left me to do my business. Sophia found us upstairs later and wanted to hear all about our day. I wanted to avoid talking about the farting incidents since we already discussed them, but I mentioned the doctor’s appointment, and Sophia went ballistic. She demanded every detail, questioned why she needed a doctor, and even started searching for a pediatrician in the area all simultaneously. I told her she overreacted.
“You drop this bomb, saying she needs a doctor, but I’m overreacting??”
She looked so unhinged. It kind of scared me. I swore I saw her eye twitching. She was definitely shooting daggers at me, and I kinda wanted to grab the girl and run, heh.
“You know what … Nevermind. Carry on.”
I’ll never make that mistake again.
