My Fucking Baby

My Fucking Baby needed a Harry Potter wand that they liked to demolish. One might find this to be an exciting undertaking, to me and my parents, but not to the Baby, who thinks it was epic. Remarkably, a Harry Potter wand was the item that was chosen.

My Fucking Baby wanted a pint of beer that they would drop. This might appear to be a weird and wonderful activity, to me and my husband, but not to the Baby, who feels that it was in fact, the most awesome idea. Bizarrely, a pint of beer is the item to opt for.

My Fucking Baby desperately wanted a CD player that they would put on his head. One might consider this to be an exciting suggestion, to my neighbour, but not to the Baby, who thinks that it was in fact, sublime. Strangely, a CD player was the thing that was selected.

My Fucking Baby looked for a bag of flour that they would sometimes put on his head. This is certainly a bizarre operation, to most, but not to the Baby, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was exciting. You wouldnt have thought, a bag of flour was the item that was opted for.

My Fucking Baby always carried a bottle of wine to try to nail to the wall. One might consider this to be a curious undertaking, to me and my husband, but not to the Baby, who feels that this idea was entertaining. A bottle of wine being the thing opted for.

My Fucking Baby desperately needed a hat that they would often sleep with. It is an original thing to do, to some, but not to the Baby, who thought that the idea was wonderous. Remarkably, a hat is the thing to choose.