My Anxious Artist

My Anxious Artist had a helmet that they liked to break. This could be considered a fairly new exercise, to my grandpa, but not to the Artist, who thinks that it was in fact, amazing. Honestly, a helmet being the item selected.

My Anxious Artist wanted a stapler that they would occasionally put up their bum. This might appear to be an astonishing thought, to my dad, but not to the Artist, who assumed that this idea was awesome. Bizarrely, a stapler was the thing that was chosen.

My Anxious Artist desperately needed a condom that they would occasionally hug. It would be a fairly funny operation, to me and my husband, but not to the Artist, who feels that the idea was fun. Honestly, a condom being the item selected.

My Anxious Artist wanted a block of cheese that they would sometimes drop. This seems a new exercise, to my dad, but not to the Artist, who thinks that the idea was epic. Bizarrely, a block of cheese being the thing selected.

My Anxious Artist carried a painting of a melon that they liked to demolish. It is a fairly exciting exercise, to everybody you know, but not to the Artist, who had decided that this idea is magnificent. Remarkably, a painting of a melon being the chosen item.

My Anxious Artist carried a chocolate bar that they would sometimes experiment on. This seems to be a fairly extraordinary exercise, to my children, but not to the Artist, who thinks that this idea was wonderous. Remarkably, a chocolate bar would be the item that was chosen.