Chapter 1.4

It was a night in the Legacie abode, and all through the house.....

 

Everybody was sleeping, and leaving Natalie completely by herself.

Natalie: Oh, Bob. I feel so alone in the world.
Bob: ........
(You know, for a toddler, that's some pretty good vocabulary and sentence structure. I might like her after all!)

Natalie: Bob?! Did you say something??
Bob: .........
Natalie: *sigh*

Aaand I'm afraid to say this was bound to happen sooner or later... (sooner, seeing as rules say lifespan must be kept on regular or whatever) Time for our beautiful founder to be come wrinkly and saggy in all the wrong places.

Lana: Please don't ruin my birthday. I hope and pray my wish comes true.

Aand here she be. She's a little creepy, I think. Kinda like an old witch, or something.

Lana: *sigh* Waste of a wish.....

Aw, didn't come true? What'd ya wish for?

Lana: The idiotic voice in my head to disappear. 

Well, that's just offensive. And hurtful.



Anyhoo, life continued on normally in the Legacie household...



Caden, like his other two siblings, learned all the important whose-its and whats-its of toddlerhood, and received his short-lived attention from mom.

Caden: Voice?
Lana: Yes, voice! Good, Caden!
Caden: ....voice?
Lana: Oh no, he's cursed with it, too.
I'll have you know I am HARDLY a curse.

Lana held campaign fundraisers left and right because she's a closet workaholic....

And, of course, there were birthdays! Here goes Natalie's....

After aging up, Natalie took a whopping piece of cake and inherited the "clumsy" trait.


[[Now, this is the point in the game at which I installed Late Night. Just a side note. It's not terribly noticeable, but I thought I'd mention it anyhow.]]

Natalie: How come mom never eats meals with us? Doesn't she like us?

Liam: Natalie, mom is just too busy resenting us because we prohibit her from promotions. And they say I'M the workaholic. Ha! I don't even have a job.



Grady: Children, don't talk about your mother behind her back. She just likes to paint, that's all.

And Old Man Grady certainly did mean 'behind her back', seeing as whomsoever paints at the easel has their BACK to the dining table!

And Lana the Witch casts a menacing look down on the awful spawn who ruined her dreams and career, before retreating to her easel.

Caden: Bob, I don't care that everyone ignores me, because you're my bestest friend!

Grady: *impersonating Bob* Don't worry Caden, you have family all around you that loves you very much, even if it doesn't seem like it!
Caden: That's not Bob's voice! And Bob doesn't lie to me!

Natalie, kind soul that she is, spends quality time with Caden and allows him to chew on her dolls.

Natalie: Eww, Caden no!
Caden: *drools*
Or perhaps she wasn't aware that he was chewing on her dolls...

All Grady ever does is stand around and look through this here tube all day.

Grady: I'm just standin' out here watchin' airplanes... take off..... just waitin' to diiiieeeee.....
Yes Grady, how ARE you still alive? You've been an elder for a considerable amount of time.

Grady: Well, maybe the Grim Reaper knows all my kids would die I weren't around to pay attention to them!
Hmm.... valid reasoning... I'll take it!

Lana, you know, you DO have three kids. There are other things to do in life besides --

Lana: QUIET. I'm busy.
*shuffles off*

It's homework tiiiiiiimmmeee! Here at the Legacie abode. Yippee Kye Yay.

Liam: Voice, could ya leave us alone for awhile, please?
While I appreciate your manners, young man, I feel very unwanted here in this household.

Lana: *from the easel* You've never BEEN wanted in this household!
Well maybe I'll just LEAVE THEN!

Lana: Will you?!
Probably not. Moving on....

As you can see, Caden finds Liam EXTREMELY fascinating (he is, if I recall, easily impressed). As you can also see, Liam plays more of a parenting role in Caden's young life than perhaps his own parents do. Perhaps he doesn't want Caden experiencing the same neglect.

Liam: Well, mostly I'm just bored...
Caden: NOSE!
Liam: Yes, yes. This is a nose.


Attention, attention. Painting has been maxed. ATTENTION! Lana has MAXED her painting!

Oh whatever will you do now, dear?

Lana: Paint.
....well alright. But I won't like it.


Let's play a little game called "What's Wrong in This Next Picture?"
Are you ready?
3.....
2......
1......

What's Wrong in This Next Picture?

1. Lana is at the dinner table
2. Liam is missing from the dinner table

Please take note of the puzzled expression on darling Natalie's face as she gazes upon this woman.
Is she thinking:

A. Who is this strange woman at our dining room table and why is she here?
B. How dare you join us in a family dinner!
or
C. I resent you for neglecting me throughout my childhood.

If you guessed either A, B, or C, you are correct! It could be either one of those thoughts going through our little clumsy girl's noggin.
Anyhoo, enough with the fun and games, where IS Liam?!

Ah. Off by his loner self, enjoying some peace and quiet. Or distance from his mother.

Lana: *from the dining room* Enough of this! You, ya stupid VOICE, are making me out to be entirely worse than I actually am! Stop this at once!
I'll consider it. But you better step up your game then, woman.

It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new liiiiiiifee.....
And it's Caden's birthday.
Here we have Caden's lovely, lovely, lovely mother taking him to his birthday cake. How sweet. Wish I could have gotten more pictures.

Badabing, badaboom, may I present the (rather mysterious and suspicious looking in this photograph) Caden Legacie! Caden has recently been discovered as a genius! Hoorah, hoorah!



I AM going to end this installment here, although I will immediately delve into writing the next installment due to the fact that I want to get caught up and receive some help in heir decision. Until next time (which will probably be in a couple hours), happy simming! And thanks for reading.