My Little Queen

My Little Queen wanted a radiator that they would sometimes sleep with. It might have been a weird activity, to me and my parents, but not to the Queen, who feels it would be magnificent. Who would have imagined, a radiator being the chosen thing.

My Little Queen looked for a pen that they would often put up their bum. This is certainly a fairly exciting thought, to me, but not to the Queen, who felt that this idea is simply life. Honestly, a pen is the thing to opt for.

My Little Queen had a pint of beer that they would sometimes put on his head. It would have been a fairly extraordinary suggestion, to me and my husband, but not to the Queen, who considered that the idea was exciting. Who would have imagined, a pint of beer of all things.

My Little Queen always carried a custard pie that they would often share. It would have been a new undertaking, to me, but not to the Queen, who assumed that the idea was awe-inspring. Strangely, a custard pie would be the thing that was selected.

My Little Queen desperately craved for a bag of flour that they would sometimes try to balance on their head. This is certainly a weird and wonderful action, to me, but not to the Queen, who had decided that the idea was wonderful. You wouldnt have imagined, a bag of flour being the chosen item.

My Little Queen carried a sword that they would sometimes drop. It should be a fairly odd approach to life, to me and my parents, but not to the Queen, who felt that this idea is fun. Bizarrely, a sword was the chosen item.