My Confused Baby

My Confused Baby desperately wanted a crown that they liked to watch for 10 minutes every morning. It should be a new undertaking, to me and my husband, but not to the Baby, who considered it would be exciting. You wouldnt have thought, a crown is the thing that was chosen.

My Confused Baby desperately wanted a sponge that they sometimes put up their bum. It was considered to be a somewhat surprising exercise, to me and my children, but not to the Baby, who thinks that the idea was awe-inspring. A sponge would be the thing that was chosen.

My Confused Baby desperately desired a sword that they liked to insert somewhere. This could be considered a fairly original undertaking, to my neighbour, but not to the Baby, who felt that this idea is the most awesome idea. Remarkably, a sword was the thing that was chosen.

My Confused Baby owned a dildo to smash. It should be a funny approach to life, to my children, but not to the Baby, who had decided that it was in fact, awesome. Who would have thought, a dildo was the item that was opted for.

My Confused Baby searched for a set square that they would sometimes drop. This seems to be a fairly unusual idea, to my grandpa, but not to the Baby, who thought that the idea was awesome. You wouldnt have imagined, a set square is the item to choose.

My Confused Baby desperately desired a mug to break. It might have been a surprising operation, to my mum, but not to the Baby, who thought that it was in fact, miraculous. You wouldnt have imagined, a mug was the item that was opted for.