up they will fall in love with and marry the right person. God help the man that marries my daughter. Lately she has really been into a game called Sims; she plays it on the PS3. If you don’t know about Sims it’s basically a game where you create family’s and are required to do what’s necessary for hygiene, feeding, socialization, rest and other things. It sounds easy but it’s really pretty challenging.
McKenzie stated out creating her own families complete with pets
and fancy wardrobes but has since upgraded to starting out with pre-created families and homes. Yesterday I was watching her play. The home her family lives in is a mansion with three floors of high end furniture and a nice car parked in the garage. The family consists of an older man who is a politician, his son, the son’s wife and a toddler. The men both work outside of the home. Mac has them carpool so the wife can have access to the car in case she needs it. The wife is a stay at home mom. There is $54,000 in spending money at Mac’s fingertips for purchasing the finest things.
She asked me if I thought she should let the older man retire. I asked how old he was, “He’s 82- years-old mom but if I let him retire then he won’t be bringing home as much money. Should I just have him work until
he dies?” I demanded that she allow him to retire. “Well fine, I’ll let him
write a book but even with the royalties and his pension he still won’t be
making much money.”
“Yeah, welcome to the real world honey. Maybe he’ll write a best
seller, you never know.”
Looking back I think the man may have been better off working until he died as now she has him taking care of the toddler so the wife has more time to herself. The toddler, Eva, has a bedroom on the third floor of the home with a huge staircase leading to her bedroom – a normal parent’s worst nightmare. I noticed a highchair in the bedroom and asked why the
child wasn’t being fed in the kitchen. “It’s just easier this way mom.” Come to find out the child had never been out of her room and frequently spent time there alone. “You can’t leave a toddler alone, not even for one minute. She’ll fall down the steps or choke on something. She needs to be with someone all the time.”
“Fine, Mom!” Mac then purchased a couch and a big screen TV and had the grandfather nap in the toddler’s room while the child played. I was flabbergasted. “Is this how you really think it works?” As she was clicking buttons I got a glimpse of the mother’s traits, “exhibitionist” flashed across the screen! Do you even know what that means? What is this game rated? The Sims mom then hobbled into the room. “What’s wrong with the mom,” I asked? “I think she has a bun in the oven mom.”
“A WHAT in the WHERE?! Turn this off right now, I can’t take anymore!”
God help the man that marries my daughter.