My Colourful Prince

My Colourful Prince needed a teapot that they sometimes play with. It might be a funny idea, to my children, but not to the Prince, who felt that this idea is wonderful. Bizarrely, a teapot is the thing to opt for.

My Colourful Prince always carried a sponge that they would sometimes throw. This could be considered a fairly bizarre approach to life, to you, but not to the Prince, who assumed it would be awe-inspring. Remarkably, a sponge of all things.

My Colourful Prince desperately searched for a piece of paper that they would embrace. It might be a fairly new operation, to me and my wife, but not to the Prince, who assumed it was sublime. Honestly, a piece of paper being the thing opted for.

My Colourful Prince wanted a magic 8 ball that they liked to watch for 10 minutes every morning. It might be an unusual operation, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Prince, who thought that this idea was simply life. Honestly, a magic 8 ball was the item that was selected.

My Colourful Prince carried a spade that they would often insert somewhere. This could be considered an exciting thought, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Prince, who had decided that this idea is awesome. Honestly, a spade is the thing to select.

My Colourful Prince needed a ball that they liked to put on his head. One might consider this to be an astonishing suggestion, to me and my husband, but not to the Prince, who thought it was epic. You wouldnt have imagined, a ball being the item selected.