As I enter the bathroom, I find that I've turned The Sims 4 into a Hell simulator. The demons I call my offspring have beaten me to the porcelain throne. Two of them are fighting over the toilet bowl, the youngest one howls from somewhere behind the bathtub, and another is splashing in a puddle of his own filth and babbling in tongues (did he just say mama?).
I pee myself. The children have peed themselves too. Pee is everywhere, everyone is crying, and off in the distance, I hear an ominous knock at the door. My fifth donor has arrived, and with my sapped energy, hunger, and fun stats, I go to the door to greet him and instantly pass out on the floor in a snoring, stinking heap. This isn't something out of an Ari Aster horror movie; it's a day in the life of a Matriarch now that infants have taken over The Sims 4, and the 100 baby challenge will never be the same again.
