My Little Artist

My Little Artist craved for a melon that they would sit and look at. It was considered to be a fairly new thing to do, to my mum, but not to the Artist, who had decided that this idea was epic. Bizarrely, a melon was the thing that was opted for.

My Little Artist searched for a dildo that they liked to insert somewhere. It would have been a fairly bizarre action, to you, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was spectacular. Bizarrely, a dildo would be the thing that was chosen.

My Little Artist desperately looked for a bag of poop that they would sometimes sleep with. This could be considered an original idea, to me, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion it would be magnificent. Bizarrely, a bag of poop of all things.

My Little Artist craved for a helmet that they would occasionally put on his head. This might appear to be a new idea, to my grandma, but not to the Artist, who felt it was awesome. Who would have thought, a helmet would be the item that was opted for.

My Little Artist searched for a custard pie that they would occasionally put up their bum. One might consider this to be an exciting approach to life, to you, but not to the Artist, who assumed that this idea was breathtaking. Strangely, a custard pie having that done to it

My Little Artist always kept a cup that they would occasionally put down their trousers. It was a curious proposal, to me and my children, but not to the Artist, who expected that this idea was epic. Who would have imagined, a cup would be the thing that was opted for.