My Retarded Prince

My Retarded Prince always carried a ball that they would sometimes put on his head. This might appear to be a somewhat surprising idea, to me and my parents, but not to the Prince, who assumed it was entertaining. Honestly, a ball is the thing that was chosen.

My Retarded Prince carried a teapot to demolish. This could be considered a fairly exciting idea, to my dad, but not to the Prince, who considered that the idea was exciting. A teapot would be the thing that was opted for.

My Retarded Prince carried a pen that they would occasionally hug. This seems to be a new operation, to my grandpa, but not to the Prince, who had decided that the idea was spectacular. You wouldnt have imagined, a pen was the thing that was selected.

My Retarded Prince desperately desired a rubber chicken that they would occasionally put on his head. One might say this is an exciting thing to do, to me and my children, but not to the Prince, who thinks that it was in fact, exciting. Honestly, a rubber chicken is the item that was chosen.

My Retarded Prince desperately searched for a bag of poop to put down their trousers. It might be a weird and wonderful activity, to me and my parents, but not to the Prince, who had come to the conclusion it was miraculous. Remarkably, a bag of poop is the item to select.

My Retarded Prince desperately wanted a hat that they would sometimes break. It is a fairly strange activity, to everybody you know, but not to the Prince, who expected that this idea was entertaining. A hat would be the chosen thing.