Roderick's WoesOh! Someone potty trained you!
Tober: Stinky mummy.
Lexa: I think you're the stinky one right now, kiddo. I don't need to wear nappies.
By your age, that shouldn't be an achievement.
Roderick's still on reading duty. Tober loves the art books. Which is good, seeing as her child and teen years are going to be spent chained to an easel.
And because I never have much luck with getting painting opportunities, she's also going to take up a couple of instruments to get some skill ops from them.
Lexa: That's it, now hit the blue one.
What are you trying to get her to do?
Lexa: I want some theme music. What evil empress worth their salt doesn't have theme music?
Okay. I'll leave you to that one.
Roderick: Please don't. I'm trying to hear all the ingredients for Egg Rolls and I can't over that noise.
On another note (bad pun alert) I love the faces Roderick pulls. He's so expressive.
Roderick: Just let me watch this in peace.
And when she's not being educated, Tober loves her doll. It's called Verity.
Paparazzi are one of the most annoying things on the planet.
Lexa: If you're not gone by the time I'm over there, I'm going to karate-chop you into next week.
Paparazzi: Ooh! It'll be an exclusive then?!
Lexa: So not the point.
I was wondering where you'd got to.
Roderick: I wanted peace, and someone said old men are meant to go fishing for peace. I don't even like it. It's boring.
Good, I'm glad you don't like it. You can go look for that meteor that Lexa just spotted.
Roderick: Is that a peaceful job?
Oh, very.
Chop chop. Just stick it in your pocket. We haven't got all day.
Roderick: That fits in my pocket?
You didn't question what fits when you just stuck your car in there.
The good babysitter strikes again.
Remember this face people.
Tober: I can see my nose.
Babysitter: If the wind changes you'll be stuck like that.
Don't be silly. There's no such thing as wind. Seasons hasn't been released yet, for a start.
Lexa: There's no mention of my evil plan! Not one!
Hahaha.
Roderick: What now?
You've lost all your hair in the bath.
Roderick: Can't a man even lose his hair in peace anymore?
It's time for another brithday party.
Tober: Vampy.
Yes Tober, vampire.
Theo: I don't eat babies though, you're safe. Too sweet.
Theo: Yayyyy!
Roderick: If I don't look, she won't age up and she'll be my little girl forever.
Lexa: Right, where's that goody-two shoes vampire?!
Tober ages up, and becomes a perfectionist.
Outside, one of the party guests ignores the whole things and dances throughout. I had to reset him when he still wouldn't stop dancing at 3am.
Tober's everyday wear.
Tober's formal.
Next time: First days at school, imaginary friends and Lexa continues her indoctrination attempts.