My Fucking Baby

My Fucking Baby found a painting of a melon to hug. This could be considered a bizarre exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Baby, who had decided that the idea was wonderous. Remarkably, a painting of a melon of all things.

My Fucking Baby always had with them a block of cheese that they would occasionally try to balance on their head. This seems a fairly weird action, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Baby, who thought it would be simply life. Who would have imagined, a block of cheese is the item to opt for.

My Fucking Baby desired a bag of poop that they would sometimes throw. This could be considered a curious suggestion, to my mum, but not to the Baby, who assumed that it was in fact, exciting. Strangely, a bag of poop being the item selected.

My Fucking Baby desperately craved for a set of lego to cuddle. This might appear to be a curious undertaking, to me, but not to the Baby, who had decided it would be amazing. Who would have imagined, a set of lego would be the thing that was opted for.

My Fucking Baby often carried a condom that they would occasionally throw. This seems to be an extraordinary proposal, to everybody you know, but not to the Baby, who assumed that the idea was wonderous. Honestly, a condom is the item that was chosen.

My Fucking Baby had a pen that they would try to nail to the wall. It should have been a strange approach to life, to you and me, but not to the Baby, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is entertaining. Who would have thought, a pen was the item that was opted for.