We're back, and we're still just on the same thing.
Aaaaaand now we're evolving.
Aaaaand this is our daughter. Anouk.
She got the Friendly trait and climbed straight to sleep after her birthday.
It's your own fault though, since you toddlers never sleep at night.
She's got a worried look in her face like all the time...
Maybe it's because her little brother is watching her.
"Mom! I learned in school today that in case of emergency, you should always bring a patch!"
*one second later*
"Shit I think the water broke... UUHGGGHHH IT HURTS!"
"AAAAAAAH MOMMY!!!!! DID YOUR BELLY BREAK?!!!????! WHERE DO WE HAVE THE PATCHES?!"
Mommy's belly broke and we got a little sibling named Agnes.
Agnes got the Clumsy and Heavy Sleeper traits.
Here she is and I've only got ONE question.
WHERE did she get her black hair..?
Excuse me Anshee, but? Just???
"If we only learnt how to cook, then we wouldn't have to eat cake all the time... Can't you please make it your lifetime mission?"
Hm? Why did I take this picture?
"Stop washing your hands, Sherman, because IT'S TIME FOR ATLAS' BIRTHDAY!"
"Wiieeehh!"
He grew up into a chubby little child.
"I've been thinking about a private wedding... Mostly because I don't have any friends."
"Sounds good, sweetheart."
"I will love you forever and ever, Anshee, and we'll make two more beautiful children and live happily ever after, and I'll forget about that Agnes has black hair because hopefully it's not because of you. She should be ashamed of herself and she is now doomed to be this generation's black sheep."
"I'll love you too, Sherman. But hopefully Agnes won't bring misfortune for our family. I don't want misfortune. We've got so much I don't want to lose."
Meanwhile I upgraded the bottom floor bathroom.
It doesn't fit the rest of the house but eehh..
Time for baby number 4.
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