Their Brainy Martian

Their Brainy Martian desperately needed a computer that they liked to play with. This seems to be a fairly weird suggestion, to my children, but not to the Martian, who considered that the idea was simply life. A computer would be the item that was chosen.

Their Brainy Martian carried a bag of poop that they sometimes try to nail to the wall. One might consider this to be a weird and wonderful operation, to my children, but not to the Martian, who thinks it was exciting. Honestly, a bag of poop is the thing that was chosen.

Their Brainy Martian craved for a sword that they would often insert somewhere. It would have been a peculiar suggestion, to me and my parents, but not to the Martian, who expected that the idea was wonderous. A sword of all things.

Their Brainy Martian craved for a bottle of coke that they would occasionally experiment on. It might have been an original operation, to my grandma, but not to the Martian, who assumed that this idea was miraculous. Who would have imagined, a bottle of coke would be the thing that was chosen.

Their Brainy Martian wanted a piece of paper that they would embrace. This could be considered a curious suggestion, to some, but not to the Martian, who feels that this idea is epic. Remarkably, a piece of paper was the thing that was chosen.

Their Brainy Martian desperately searched for a CD player that they would occasionally play with. This seems to be a fairly unusual idea, to me and my husband, but not to the Martian, who feels that it was in fact, spectacular. Strangely, a CD player is the thing to opt for.