10Marc Brandt: Erm, I hope whoever you're spying on isn't me because I can see you. And actually, so can the whole beach.
Parker: **it!
The baby, Iris.
Iris: Do this, Iris. Do that, Iris. Make me a cup of tea, Iris.
Now that I think about it, tea would be nice.
Generation 10 has been born.
Iris: Her name's Erin.
That's my job!
Iris: My job now.
Erin is Excitable and Good. And she's the final baby of the dynasty!
Iris: I should've been the last. I'm the most important.
Pansy: Most people get at least some kind of a break from their mother-in-law. But oh no. Not me.
I'll give you a new outfit as a consolation prize?
Pansy: Can't she just go away?
Trust me, I want her to as well.
Nathaniel: Oooh, my precious little coutchie-coo. Who's my little girly? Such a cute and fuzzy-wuzzy little girly!
Nathaniel: And thanks to Kenyon I even know you've got legs. I do!
Parenthood can turn even the most sensible of sims a little bit bonkers.
Iris: It didn't make me bonkers.
No, you were too far gone already.
We took barely any pictures of the baby days, because it's pretty much just diaper-eat-sleep-cry-snuggle-repeat. So here's Erin's first birthday party.
Parker: I won't drop her, will I?
Iris: No idea. Depends if you let go of her.
Nathaniel: My little girl's getting bigger!
Party Guest: Ooh, they have Sim City.
Parker: Oops. At least I didn't pee on the baby.
Small mercies.
Iris: Are you sure it's pee and not your waters breaking? Sometimes people don't know they're pregnant until then.
Parker: I'm a man.
Iris: So?
Iris, did I ever explain to you about the birds and the bees?
Pansy: Hahaha! They say people get incontinent when they're really old, so you must be really old!
Parker: I have the world's most supportive little sister.
And here she is! Blonde hair (from where?) and features mostly passed down from Nathaniel.
Iris: And therefore from me.
Always have to bring yourself into it.
Nathaniel: Hey, Parker. How're your trousers? Have they dried out yet?
Parker: Really? Still bringing that up?
Nathaniel: Checkmate.
Parker: Oh. This is the worst day ever.
Iris: I can make it worse, if that'll help.
Parker; What do you think?
Iris: I think that's a yes!
The rest of the chapter will just be Erin-spam. Her favourite colour's pink, if you can't tell.
Iris: I want one.
Iris: Can I have one? Can I have a baby?
No.
Iris: But whhyyyy? I want a baby!
Iris: Life's so unfair.