My Magical Jerk

My Magical Jerk carried a teapot that they would sometimes insert somewhere. This might appear to be an original suggestion, to my children, but not to the Jerk, who had decided it would be epic. Honestly, a teapot of all things.

My Magical Jerk often carried a rubber chicken that they would occasionally smash. This could be considered a fairly surprising activity, to me and my wife, but not to the Jerk, who had decided that this idea is magnificent. Strangely, a rubber chicken would be the thing that was chosen.

My Magical Jerk desperately looked for a cucumber to rub on his belly. This seems to be a fairly strange action, to my dad, but not to the Jerk, who assumed that the idea was fun. Strangely, a cucumber was the item that was chosen.

My Magical Jerk often carried a set square that they would occasionally rub on his belly. One might consider this to be a strange operation, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Jerk, who had decided it would be simply life. You wouldnt have imagined, a set square was the thing that was selected.

My Magical Jerk desperately craved for a painting of a melon that they would occasionally share. This could be considered a fairly extraordinary exercise, to my dad, but not to the Jerk, who assumed that the idea was miraculous. You wouldnt have thought, a painting of a melon would be the chosen thing.

My Magical Jerk always carried a mug that they would sometimes put in the bath with him. This seems to be an odd thought, to me, but not to the Jerk, who felt it would be simply life. Remarkably, a mug being the chosen thing.