Dodgy Baby

Dodgy Baby desperately desired a pen that they would occasionally hug. One might consider this to be a peculiar thought, to me, but not to the Baby, who assumed that the idea was wonderful. Who would have imagined, a pen was the thing that was opted for.

Dodgy Baby desperately wanted a pen that they sometimes worship. It should have been a fairly astonishing action, to everybody you know, but not to the Baby, who thinks that the idea was fun. Who would have imagined, a pen would be the chosen thing.

Dodgy Baby desperately wanted a bag of poop that they sometimes smash. This seems a fairly strange thing to do, to my grandma, but not to the Baby, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is magnificent. Remarkably, a bag of poop was the item that was opted for.

Dodgy Baby desperately wanted a bottle of wine that they would often cuddle. This might appear to be a new suggestion, to my children, but not to the Baby, who thought that this idea was breathtaking. Honestly, a bottle of wine is the thing that was chosen.

Dodgy Baby desperately wanted a sack of potatoes that they would occasionally throw. One might find this to be a new idea, to my neighbour, but not to the Baby, who feels it was out of this world. Remarkably, a sack of potatoes is the thing that was chosen.

Dodgy Baby always had with them a custard pie that they would occasionally put down their trousers. One might find this to be an original exercise, to me and my parents, but not to the Baby, who feels that it was in fact, exciting. Strangely, a custard pie is the item that was chosen.