The Webbs: Round 2 / Ice Cream, Donuts, and Cake!

If you remember, Grace's four teens left for college in the last round. That leaves just the two of them, plus baby Wilson.



That gave them more time to spend alone together.





"Grace, honey, did you hear the ice cream truck?"




Ice cream and now donuts. I think Clinton must have a real sweet tooth. And if you walked 20 blocks for donuts, you would definitely be smarter and be better at cooking, because that's only logical. NOT. But we will take our skill points and be happy anyway.



"But I don't wanna be on Vice Squad!" What an expression. Clinton doesn't look at all happy about his promotion. Do they not have donuts in Vice Squad?



Huh? I keep seeing this message, but I don't think it means anything.



However, I understand a free widescreen TV, even though I don't understand how that can be a sample. If you give someone a free TV, they may like the product, but would be very unlikely to turn around and buy another one next week. Plus you're out thousands of simoleons - unless it fell off the back of a truck or something.



It's time for Wilson's birthday, and that means cake! Yay for cake!



Wilson looks a lot like his daddy.



Willow, honey, did Charles not give you his new address when he said goodbye? He's in college now, did you not know? But we'll take the stereo, so thanks! (What he doesn't know won't hurt him right?) Bye-bye now.



Shoving Lady came over for her daily shoving match.



"Whoa, did I just see something whiz by the moon?"



"I've heard of people seeing these things, but I thought it only happened to people wearing foil hats who live in mobile home parks."



"HEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"



A few hours later Clinton was rudely dumped onto the road in front of his house.



It was more than a close encounter. It was downright personal. He could never tell the boys at the station about this, and maybe not even Grace.

And Clinton could have sworn he heard that darn ice cream truck again. Why does it not ever stop at his street?



Something was not right. His stomach could not handle it's usual quota of blueberry ice cream.



Wilson was growing up, and reluctantly learning what it means to be a big boy.



He was finally learning to talk and use the potty.



"Huh? A little what? OK, I probably am getting a little chunky from all the sweets. But these are comfy, stretchy pj's, even if they are a bit girly. I shall enjoy my days off. I think I could go for some more donuts and ice cream."



Grace is not enjoying her leave from work so much at the moment.



Welcome baby Reagan! Reagan is a girl, BTW.



It's finally Wilson's birthday, and he's now going to be old enough to eat cake and go to school.



I see he has chosen the G.I. Gnome pajamas. Good choice there, buddy. Better those than what your dad is wearing.



Whoops, better get to to mailbox now.



Clinton got a plaque for his science enthusiasm. I guess his alien abduction made him very curious to learn all he could about the subject.





Wow, a disco clown costume is the ultimate spirit uniform? Yikes. Glad that worked out for you, Grace.



Grace's promotion has her doing guest lectures at the University.



Clinton expresses a brief interest in making robots. He has no talent, and the badges just aren't happening for him yet.



This is the other town's nanny. One day she showed up awhile after Shenene did. I have no idea why. She just hung around.



Time for Reagan's birthday party cake!



Yep, forget the baby. Cake!



Finally, after cake was consumed and enjoyed by all, Reagan was allowed to grow to toddler.



Grace helps Wilson do his homework while Reagan drinks her happy, special, smart milk.



Awww, she's such a cutie, isn't she?



Toddler potty training - again.



Too much cake, buddy?



Oh my! What do we have here? It won't bite you.



Welcome baby Taft - another girl, only green. She sure is cute.



I think maybe Clinton can come to accept her...



Or maybe he'll just bury her in the snow and pretend nothing ever happened.



Fortunately, Grace was home. She rescued the poor baby from the snow bank and gave her a bottle.



She even let Clinton hold Taft for her birthday since he promised not to bury her in the snow again.



He didn't promise not to throw her in the air, though.



Taft is excited to be a toddler.



Clinton teaches her to walk.



She and Reagan enjoy drawing and eating crayons together. I'm not sure how Reagan feels about having a green sister, but Taft sure likes her.

Scoring: 2 points for the two new babies. The population of Apple Grove is now 25.