The Troubled Baby

The Troubled Baby craved for a crown that they sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. It should have been a weird idea, to my mum, but not to the Baby, who thinks it was breathtaking. A crown being the thing selected.

The Troubled Baby desperately desired a spade that they would smash. It might have been a fairly peculiar suggestion, to my dad, but not to the Baby, who assumed that this idea was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have thought, a spade being the chosen item.

The Troubled Baby carried a radiator that they would occasionally hug. It is a fairly exciting thought, to me and my husband, but not to the Baby, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was magnificent. A radiator being the thing selected.

The Troubled Baby always carried a wig that they liked to try to nail to the wall. It is a fairly peculiar approach to life, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Baby, who considered that it was in fact, the most awesome idea. Bizarrely, a wig was the chosen item.

The Troubled Baby wanted a mug that they would sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. It was an unusual undertaking, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Baby, who expected that the idea was simply life. Bizarrely, a mug would be the item that was selected.

The Troubled Baby always had with them a tomato that they would often put on his head. It should have been a somewhat surprising proposal, to you, but not to the Baby, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was exciting. Who would have imagined, a tomato was the thing that was chosen.