My Dear Little Sims - None of you are Mermaids, therefore it is not necessary to actually hop in a bath every time you drink a glass of water.
My Dear Little Soul Reaper - Yes I know you've maxed the singing skill, and won several karaoke competitions, but if you could refrain from serenading your wife every five seconds that'd be great. There's only so many cold showers she can take!
My Dear Little Reaper's Wife - Good gods you have 30+ children already, stop day dreaming about nappies! *eyeballs husband* Yes, I'm looking at you too, Mr 'Oh what a surprise, you have another try for baby whim'. You make me cute kids together, stop tempting me! (please?)