neuroticrobotic

Molly: 'Cause we're the three best friends that anyone can have.. ♪

Let us begin with Carl's reenactment of the first time I read Hegel. Hm, yes.

I see.

Space is within itself the contradiction of indifferent asunderness and differenceless continuity, the pure negativity of itself, and the transition, first of all, into time...
WHA?

It's the rapture!
I jest, this is only little Leslie growing into a child.

It seems I took exactly zero portrait-type pictures of Leslie Mostly. So, C'est La Vie.

Yo Dawg, so I heard you like glitches so we put a glitch in your game so you can cry while you cry.

Apparently, Carl was fired because he wore an awesome Halloween costume to work. Damn it all to hell. Stupid chance cards.

Carl: Grr! I will take out all my sadness and rage on a virtual snowboarding game!

Sam's Birthday!

He is an extremely cute one.

Most of the time, anyway.
Sam: *enjoys bonding through psychological complexes*

Molly: Oooooh! What a dish!
Molly swoons over Carl every ten seconds. Without me, I'm pretty sure her fate would be death by swooning.

Leslie is a serious jump rope fiend. There should be jump rope rehab. If there was such a thing, she'd be there.

Wow, Carl. You look sooo enthusiastic about your job promotion and ~amazing~ week.

Also, "Booyeah"?

It's time for ickle Sam Snively to grow up!

He looks a touch goffick. I love him.

Meanwhile, the nanny attempts to threaten Leslie with day-old baby poo.

Cops and Robbers makes me go, "Awww so cuuuute" almost every time I see it.

Molly: Your homework should burn in hell :)

Carl: NO WAY! No daughter of mine is going to autonomously clean! Perish the thought!

To add insult to injury, Leslie also grows up in quite possibly the craziest maxian teen outfit out there.

Aside from that, I think Leslie is lovely.

I'm going to have an extremely hard time selecting an heir, I just know it.

Since generation purple is supposed to be about magic, I get her started on her witchy way.

* Sparklesplosion *

Leslie is most definitely the good witch type, so I sent her off to study that direction.

Molly's Needs: *horribly neglected*

Carl: God! Why isn't this screwdriver working?

Carl: Wait... I think I fixed it!

Carl: ...nope. More screwdriver needed.

Leslie kept wanting to go on a date, so I sent her into the wild blue yonder.

Ouch! Fist to the jugular!
This is not the first time this poor townie has been attacked by a ginger. (Also, creepyblondalien sees what you did there)