His Chinese Baby

His Chinese Baby always carried a can of coke that they sometimes sleep with. It was a surprising operation, to me, but not to the Baby, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is epic. Who would have thought, a can of coke was the chosen thing.

His Chinese Baby desperately searched for a pint of beer that they would often try to balance on their head. It would have been a fairly exciting undertaking, to everybody you know, but not to the Baby, who felt that the idea was amazing. Strangely, a pint of beer would be the chosen thing.

His Chinese Baby needed a chocolate bar that they would throw. It might be an astonishing thing to do, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Baby, who felt it was spectacular. You wouldnt have imagined, a chocolate bar would be the thing that was opted for.

His Chinese Baby desperately desired a computer to watch for 10 minutes every morning. It might have been a fairly different action, to me and my husband, but not to the Baby, who thought that the idea was wonderful. Strangely, a computer was the thing that was selected.

His Chinese Baby always carried a pint of cider that they liked to hug. It might be a fairly peculiar exercise, to me and my parents, but not to the Baby, who considered that this idea was breathtaking. You wouldnt have thought, a pint of cider is the thing to select.

His Chinese Baby carried a can of coke that they sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. It might have been a bizarre exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Baby, who assumed it would be spectacular. Honestly, a can of coke was the thing that was selected.