For silentsteel: Peculiar Photoshoot: Daddy & Daughter Time
silentsteel is always posting roundups of great downloads. In one of her more recent roundups, she found (at parsimonious) a great item for adult males. Of course, we both had the same thought upon seeing it.
This photoshoot is for her. Thank you for rounding up great downloads and encouraging my sims wackiness. Big sim love!
(oh and this is a bit of a time warp Peculiar thing. . .Look who's growing up!)
"Marsha. . .don't tramp on Peter. . ."
Marsha continues walking across Peter, who doesn't seem to even notice.
"You see her?," Jill addresses her sister. "Like he's not even THERE." Jill's indignation is short lived.
"Did you hear about uncle Auggie?"
Jenny's interest is piqued. Jill leans closer, gesturing to her sister to do the same.
"SHHHHH," Jill warns, her tone reserved and quite serious. "Don't tell."
"OH. . .PUH," Jenny scoffs. Jill recoils as if slapped.
"It's a secret," she insists with a hiss.
"No it is NAWT," Jenny counters, adding a toss of her head for emphasis.
"EV-ery one knows that if you cross uncle Auggie, he'll ventilate you. He doesn't take any. . .," Jenny gives a quick glance in the direction of the computer where Aggie sits, only half listening to his daughters. With her father well within ear shot, Jenny quickly changes her word choice. ". . .poopola from ANYone."
Jill's eyes bulge. This is the first she's every really thought about her uncle, about what he does for a living.
"He ventilates people?"
Jenny nods matter of factly. She smiles, her whole face glows with the excitement of having Jill as her captive audience. She inhales deeply and launches into what she feels is the true meat of the story.
"And I heard Poppy talking about when someone tried to rob us, when we were just still little babies. After the police took the robber away, Poppy went to uncle Auggie's house and told him and. . ."
The phone rings and Jill, on edge from the excitement of the story, jumps and squeels.
Aggie sighs through his smile. He loves that his daughters get along so well, but Jenny, with her flair for the dramatic, tends to get Jill worried.
"Ok, you two," he laughs despite himself. "After I get off the phone, we're going outside."
Aggie's words are barely audible over the combined giggles and squeels of the pair.
"Ooh, I have to pee!," Jill warns, racing to the bathroom.
"What?" Aggie listens carefully as the voice repeats itself. "Oh, I think you have a wrong number." He scratches at his face and scowls as makeup comes off on his hands.
"No," he corrects. "This isn't THE Home," he laughs and picks a speck of lint from his chest, marveling at just how comfortable his outfit really is. "You want. . .yes, yes, that's the one," he confirms as the voice recites the number for The Home for Wayward boys, a number to which he's become quite familiar.
Jill emerges from the bathroom and joins Jenny. They duck out the door while Aggie labors to give the caller driving directions.
"If you blow slower, you can make bigger bubbles," Jill offers.
Jenny pauses her huffing and puffing, brow furrowing.
"Really?"
". . .ooh, that's a really big one. . ."
Aggie, always partially tuned to the sound of his childrens' voices, goes about his afternoon chores.
". . .I wonder what it tastes like. . ."
"Be careful drinking that," Aggie warns, giggling.
"It won't hurt me," Jenny counters, coughing. "It says 'non-toxic'." She points to the label as she sputters and spits.
"Ok," Aggie continues to giggle. Jenny is so stubborn. "But I don't want any crying when you have the hiney dribbles."
"EWWW," Jill shrieks. "You're going to get stinky old hiney dribbles!"
"Nu-UH," Jenny looks to Aggie as she tries to sound convincing. Aggie arches his eyebrows and nods his head. Jenny's eyes widen.
"Gross. . .drink some more and see if it's true," Jill elbows Jenny.
"I don't want to." Jenny states flatly. "It tastes yucky."
Aggie smiles to himself as he prepares to weed the vegetable patch.
Jenny labors to distract her sister from the bubble soap conversation.
After dutifully applauding her, Jill turns her attention to Aggie and the garden plots.
"OOH, can I help?"
Aggie hands the watering can to Jill.
"Give them each a nice long drink." He watches her carefully take the watering can and position the spout close to the ground near the base of the plant, cautious to not waste the water.
"Daddy. . ." Jenny approaches with her arms extended. Aggie takes her hands and dances with her. "You look so pretty, Daddy."
"Yeah," Jill agrees.
"You should wear your hair like that all the time," Jenny continues. "I think Poppy will like it, too."
"Even the tu-tu?" Aggie dips Jenny and she laughs.
"ES-pecially the tu-tu," she assures.
"But not the makeup," Jill offers, her watering finally complete. Aggie turns to her.
"What?," he grabs her, tickling. "You put this on me. . ."
"I. . .I know. . .," Jill squirms and giggles. "But it looks better on me and Jenny."
"Do you think Poppy will let us do his hair?"
Jill's eyes widen at the thought.
"Ooh, like Daddy's?"
"No," Jill's eyes narrow and a grin spreads over her thin lips. "BETTER!"
The dogs begin their chorus of barking, heralding the arrival of the mail man and distracting Jenny from visions of Paul's makeover.
"Ooh, Daddy. . .," Jill looks up at the sky and frowns.
"I know," Aggie offers.
"Get Peter inside," Aggie calls to Jenny. "It's going to rain."
"Oh man. . .," Jenny tosses open the gate and pats her leg. Peter comes to her and she leads him toward the house, talking to him as they go. "No fetch for you. Maybe later."
Aggie had worried the girls would be upset, having to come inside so soon. It only takes a moment to realize his worries were wholey unfounded.
He gathers his new recipe from the desk and moves toward the kitchen.
". . .stop, Jenny. . .stop!" Jill squeels and giggles against her sister's tickle attack.
"You stop saying I'm going to have hiney dribbles. . ."
"OK, ok, I take it back."
Aggie pats down his tu-tu and shakes his head. While it's a comfortable outfit, it's not really the best choice for kitchen work. He hums as he consults the recipe, combining the ingredients. It takes him a few minutes before he realizes his children have become quiet.
Too quiet.
"What are you humming, Daddy? Is it "Hump the Bump"?" Jenny launches into her rendition of the current fad song. "Gonna hump the bump. . .hump the bump. . " Jill joins her. "Hump the bump. . .UH!"
Aggie laughs.
"Don't let Poppy hear you singing that," he warns.
"Hump the bump. . .UH!"
His children choose not to acknowledge their other father's dislike of their musical choices.
"Are they ready YET?," Jenny sighs dramatically upon completion of her concert.
"TA-DA!" Aggie opens the oven door with a flourish and his daughters ooh and ahh like a proper studio audience.
"Daddy, can I take some cookies for my teacher?"
"Miss Dunkle?"
Jenny sighs around a mouthful of cookie.
"Noo, Daddy. Miss Dunkle is MY teacher. And she doesn't NEED any cookies. Jilly wants you to make cookies for Mister Sunseri. . .," Jenny holds her crippled gingerbread cookie to her face and makes kissy lips at it. "Jilly and Mister Sunseri, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"
"Jen-NEE!"
Aggie snickers.
"Your art teacher?"
". . .first comes love. . .then comes marriage. . ."
Jill stares at her plate and shrugs.
"He's really nice," she offers.
". . .then comes Jilly with a BAY-BEE carriage!"
Aggie puts a hand on Jenny's arm and gives her a solid frown. She stops giggling and sits quietly.
"I think Mister Sunseri will really like these," Jenny offers, adding in a slightly lower voice. "He is really nice."
"Well," Aggie tucks the plate into the fridge. "These are for Poppy. But I can make more for Mister Sunseri."
Jill smiles.
"But it's going to cost you," he adds.
Jill jumps from her seat and races to him.
"I want sugar too!"
Aggie laughs and moves from Jill to Jenny.
"It's more like nutrasweet," Jenny critiques. "Jilly you're right. Daddy's better without makeup."
"Oh, you're going to pick on me about my makeup some more?" Aggie faux pouts. The girls laugh.
The family waits out the short yet strong rain storm.
As the clouds pass and the hour of Paul's return nears, they venture outside once again.
"POP-EEEEE!!! HELP!!!!"
Paul watches Jill race to him.
"Jenny'sgonnagetmewitha. . ."
"Slow down, I can't understand you."
Jill is humming with excitement and Paul starts to laugh.
"Jenny's going to get me. . .with a. . ."
"DAD-EEEE!"
Jill squeels and claps her hands and Paul turns in time to see Jenny take the full brunt of the water balloon Aggie had prepared for her.
"Oh," Paul gasps, Jill pushing past him and through the gate.
"Come on," she laughs.
Peter approaches Paul and gives a confused whine.
"What? You think I have any control over this?"
Not that he'd ever want to try. Paul takes in the scene and quickly sets up his plan of attack.
"Oh, you're all going to gang up on me?"
Paul flashes Aggie a smile.
"Yeah, I'm going to wipe that grin right off your face. . ."
"Ooh, Daddy's gonna get Poppy. . .," Jenny is delighted by the prospect.
"POPPY, look OUT!"
Paul deftly avoids Aggie's attack.
"Hey, you. . .I thought you were on my side," Aggie wipes water from his face and Jenny howls laughter.
"Nice shot," Paul winks at her and nods to Jill. Jill tosses the balloon to him and in one smooth motion he draws back and fires it at Aggie.
Paul, still chuckling softly, races to help Aggie up.
"Cease fire, girls, cease fire!"
"You ok?"
Aggie laughs and pats at his tu-tu.
"It broke the fall."
"That's. . .," Paul takes a step back and looks Aggie up and down, ". . .some outfit."
"We're fairy princesses," Jenny offers.
"Ahh, that explains it. No wings," Paul runs his fingers up Aggie's back and laughs as his husband giggles nad squirms.
"Do you like Daddy's hair? Me and Jill did it."
"Very nice," Paul responds, but his attention isn't focused on Jenny. "Did you do the makeup, too?"
"That was Jill."
"Yeah, but I think Daddy's prettier without it," Jill finally chimes in.
Paul smirks at Aggie, who smirks back, then turns his attention to the girls.
"I think you ALL look gorgeous."
Jill beams. Jenny senses her opportunity has arrived.
"GOOD! Cause we want to do you next."
Paul gasps and Aggie laughs.
"What?'
"Please, Poppy? You don't have to have makeup but can we at least do your hair?"
"Jenny. . ."
"Please, Poppy," Jill adds. Paul looks from one girl to the other. They've turned on him.
"I don't know. . ." He reaches up to stroke his hair. "I really kind of like this look. . ."
"We won't cut any off," Jill offers.
"Promise?"
Jill makes an 'x' over her heart and nods vigorously. Jenny is more hesitant.
"Promise?," Paul addresses Jenny.
Jenny narrows her eyes and in that one look, Paul suddenly realizes what he'll be up against as Jenny grows older.
"Ok, I promise."
"But first," Paul grabs her and tickles her ribs, "I have to change."
Paul follows Aggie into the house, unbuttoning his jacket as he goes.
"Ooh, I'm so excited," Jill squeezes Jenny to her.
"Me too," Jenny replies. "Now come on and help me find the scissors."