My Fat Baby

My Fat Baby desperately desired a vibrator that they would often put up their bum. It might be a fairly peculiar approach to life, to most, but not to the Baby, who considered that the idea was simply life. Honestly, a vibrator is the item to choose.

My Fat Baby owned a bag of poop that they would occasionally break. It would have been a curious idea, to some, but not to the Baby, who thought that this idea was sublime. Bizarrely, a bag of poop being the thing opted for.

My Fat Baby found a stapler that they would put down their trousers. It was considered to be a surprising undertaking, to my grandma, but not to the Baby, who thinks it was awe-inspring. Strangely, a stapler was the thing that was opted for.

My Fat Baby wanted a melon to try to nail to the wall. This seems an original thing to do, to my children, but not to the Baby, who assumed that it was in fact, magnificent. Strangely, a melon being the item selected.

My Fat Baby owned a chocolate bar that they would sometimes sleep with. This seems a fairly astonishing thought, to my grandpa, but not to the Baby, who considered it would be simply life. Honestly, a chocolate bar is the thing to choose.

My Fat Baby needed a spade that they would sometimes demolish. It might have been an exciting idea, to my mum, but not to the Baby, who expected it would be epic. Remarkably, a spade being the thing opted for.