More painting was the order of the day, as Haruo and River knew that there was probably going to be another whopper of a bill coming up. River had a whole lineup of large canvases that she had painted that she could fire out the door to bring in more simoleons which helped a ton financially.
Of course that wasn't all that needed doing when they were not trying to make money. Haruo made a rather disgusted poo-face when he had to clean up the baby-digestion excrement that Braden produced.
A semi-liquid diet for Braden made horrific messes.
Mommy brought Braden to the potty and Haruo put Braden on there.
And...HOLY SCHTINKERS...this wasn't any better. Haruo would have sworn that this little bundle of poo could kill off humanity if the right bioweapons company got their hands on it.
"Yep, Braden, you must be the best kept secret around. We'd better not let some third-world dictator get a hold of you, because you'd keep their bioweapons plant running really good with messes like these..." Haruo quipped.
"Secwet?" Braden parroted.
Yasunobu, Susan and Fiona worked on their skill-set as they sat around the kitchen table.
River had yet another call from city hall asking her for more paintings to decorate city hall with, which landed yet another §137K simoleons in the Chikamori family's coffers.
River, with that windfall, decided to treat herself to some skill books at Divisadero Books as well as buying a few recipes to give as gifts to her husband.
And Fiona, happy that River had found the love of her life, had found some of her own with Toshiyuki.
It was however time soon enough for River to quit painting and head for bed. However Braden had other plans for his two parents. Nope...they sure as heck weren't going to get any sleep tonight. Not if Braden had anything to do with it...
Short on sleep, harried, and exhausted, a good combination, does not make. and poor Haruo and River pretty much lost their composure.
Parenting fact: Sometimes...you just have to let a kid cry himself to sleep...and wear himself out because you know...there are times when nothing under God's green earth will work.
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