My Special Monster

My Special Monster desperately craved for a CD player that they would occasionally sleep with. This seems to be a funny suggestion, to me and my parents, but not to the Monster, who felt that this idea was exciting. Remarkably, a CD player being the chosen item.

My Special Monster desperately looked for a big sponge that they sometimes demolish. It should be a fairly weird activity, to everybody you know, but not to the Monster, who thinks it was out of this world. Who would have imagined, a big sponge would be the thing that was selected.

My Special Monster desired a Harry Potter wand that they sometimes sleep with. It is a funny proposal, to me and my husband, but not to the Monster, who thought that it was in fact, entertaining. Bizarrely, a Harry Potter wand would be the thing that was opted for.

My Special Monster searched for a computer that they would occasionally try to balance on their head. One might say this is an unusual activity, to my dad, but not to the Monster, who had come to the conclusion it was magnificent. Honestly, a computer was the chosen thing.

My Special Monster desperately looked for a sponge that they would often watch for 10 minutes every morning. It would have been a fairly strange activity, to me and my children, but not to the Monster, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was sublime. Remarkably, a sponge would be the thing that was selected.

My Special Monster searched for a stapler that they would sleep with. It should be a bizarre thing to do, to everybody you know, but not to the Monster, who had come to the conclusion it would be awesome. Who would have imagined, a stapler would be the thing that was chosen.