My Grumpy Alien

My Grumpy Alien owned a cucumber that they would worship. It was considered to be a fairly different suggestion, to my children, but not to the Alien, who thought that the idea was wonderful. Honestly, a cucumber was the thing that was selected.

My Grumpy Alien desperately desired a bag of poop that they would often watch for 10 minutes every morning. One might consider this to be an unusual activity, to my children, but not to the Alien, who had decided it would be stunning. Strangely, a bag of poop would be the item chosen.

My Grumpy Alien needed a cucumber to throw. It should have been a bizarre action, to my dad, but not to the Alien, who thought that this idea is wonderous. Bizarrely, a cucumber is the thing to opt for.

My Grumpy Alien wanted a vibrator that they liked to share. It should have been a fairly strange operation, to you and me, but not to the Alien, who feels that the idea was fun. Who would have thought, a vibrator is the item to opt for.

My Grumpy Alien desperately craved for a sack of potatoes that they would often demolish. This seems a bizarre action, to many, but not to the Alien, who expected that this idea was out of this world. Who would have thought, a sack of potatoes was the thing that was chosen.

My Grumpy Alien desired a spade that they would occasionally worship. It should have been an astonishing idea, to me and my husband, but not to the Alien, who felt it would be awesome. Strangely, a spade is the thing that was chosen.