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Pearls of Wisdom
I was in Bangalore for a vacation when I met my newest cousin for the first time. He didn't impress me much, just a little prune-like tot who flailed his arms around and gurgled randomly. Since he was less than a month old, there was little I could do except peep in while he slept and then beat a hasty retreat when I inevitably woke him up and caused him to warm up his deceptively deadly lungs, thus effectively kicking the rest of the family out of their sweet dreams.
Schoolwork kept me from going back to Bangalore for the next couple of years, and the memory of Cousin Ajay faded into a corner of my mind for the most part. Hence, the next time I went there, I was greeted by the shy and energetic toddler that the prune had grown into.
Ajay, I quickly discovered, was pretty smart for a two year old. He had limitless curiosity and an incredible ability to memorise everything he heard and reproduce it when it was most irrelevant. Most conversations with him went like this: (Warning: High levels of cringe detected)
Fawning Auntie: So how old are you my poochy-coo?
Ajay: Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell.
...
A few weeks after our arrival, my uncle and aunt announced that they'd planned a trip to Coorg. So we somehow packed in three adults, two senior citizens, one preteen, one teen and a toddler into a four person car and began the long journey to Coorg. The only thing we knew was that we had to keep to a particular road, and then follow it until we reached a place called Manchanabele. Coorg was supposed to be a little further from there.
The trip was uneventful for the most part. Simply consisting of old people talk and Grandpa complaining every few minutes about the lack of clean bathrooms in the country. Ajay clearly agreed with him, since he decided that it would be a better idea to relieve himself on my aunt instead of brave those nasty bathrooms or squat in the grass like a peasant.
My aunt somehow ignored the fragrant stain on her thigh for the rest of the journey and I too managed with minimal gagging. Soon, my aunt spotted the elusive signpost saying "Manchanabele 1 Kilometre" and read it aloud for my uncle to hear. Ajay, hearing a new sentence, quietly repeated "Manchanabele 1 Kilometre?" "Yes Ajay." "Okay. Manchanabele 1 Kilometre."
That weekend passed in a blur. We visited a waterfall, spent one day on a safari, and I vaguely remember tiptoeing around on the lookout for leeches with all the paranoia of a highly strung war veteran. All too soon however, we bid adieu to Coorg and made our way back to Bangalore.
It was on our first night back in Bangalore that I realised I had made a critical error. In the week or so that Ajay and I had known each other, I had been so busy panicking about not being able to handle toddlers, that I had completely forgotten to introduce myself to him. The poor boy had been playing with me all week without even knowing my name.
It was when we were playing Bus and Train (wherein Ajay is the driver of a magical vehicle that changes into a bus or train randomly, while my other cousin and I were passengers) that he decided to rectify this issue. So with all the innocence of a two year old, he asked me, "What is your name?"
Glad to get a not-awkward opening to introduce myself, I replied. "Kirtana."
He clearly had difficulty pronouncing it. So he repeated the question once more. And once more I replied, carefully enunciating each syllable: "Kir-ta-na."
Now he seemed to have understood, since he was nodding proudly. Having got what he wanted, he turned around to start another game, but not before uttering this pearl of wisdom:
"Kirtana. Okay. Manchanabele 1 Kilometre."
Today on stupid thing that made my toddler mad, my nephew is upset with me bc I won't let him grab my brand new ear piercings.
My nephew's favorite movie is currently Cars l, so it's running constantly and basically the only thing I've gathered is that these two are gay for each other
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4TO3 EP11 - Jumpsuit & Pajama
i just love this clothes <3
infos;
EP11 Jumpsuit OUTFIT FOR PF 4.3k polycounts 5 presets - only 2 are recolorable - disable for random / all lods Custom Thumbnail
EP11 Pajama OUTFIT FOR PU 3.8k polycounts 7 presets - only one is recolorable - disable for random / all lods Custom Thumbnail
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4TO3 EP11 - Blommerset & DressRuffle
some cute toddlers outfits
infos;
EP11 - Blommerset OUTFIT FOR PF 3.6k polycounts 11 presets - only one is recolorable - disable for random / all lods Custom Thumbnail
EP11 - DressRuffle OUTFIT FOR PF 4.8k polycounts 7 presets - only one is recolorable - disable for random / all lods Custom Thumbnail
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garfiel riko polka dot cardigan set conversion.
this has been sitting in my mods folder for about a month, sry if someone already converted this in the time it took me to actually remember it existed
full credit goes to garfiel for the original mesh & textures; I simply converted it to the sims 3.
available for toddler: female
polycount: 8.7k
3 recolorable channels
custom thumbnail
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I caught wind of this whole toddler thing in the TS4 community a while back and just recently I obtained the toddler model.
And boy-
i'm having
the time
of my
LIFE
Fun and games aside, this was tested on a baby skeleton. For best results, a toddler skeleton would be ideal.
A blonde toddler, covered in dirt, snuggled into me while I read to him and he slowly drifted off and said “I love you” all sleepy and kissed my cheek and I held him tight and wondered why they never told me happiness is so ordinary.