My Fat Baby

My Fat Baby searched for a set square that they would occasionally smash. This is certainly a fairly curious undertaking, to me, but not to the Baby, who had come to the conclusion it would be wonderful. Strangely, a set square would be the thing that was selected.

My Fat Baby desperately craved for a custard pie that they sometimes hug. It was a fairly different thing to do, to my grandpa, but not to the Baby, who felt that this idea is wonderful. Remarkably, a custard pie would be the thing that was selected.

My Fat Baby needed a little monkey to demolish. It would have been a fairly original action, to me and my husband, but not to the Baby, who feels that the idea was epic. You wouldnt have thought, a little monkey was the item that was selected.

My Fat Baby needed a magic 8 ball that they would sometimes hug. It should have been a surprising undertaking, to me and my children, but not to the Baby, who expected it would be out of this world. Who would have imagined, a magic 8 ball was the chosen thing.

My Fat Baby owned a sponge that they would occasionally cuddle. It should be a fairly unusual activity, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Baby, who felt that this idea was entertaining. Bizarrely, a sponge is the thing to opt for.

My Fat Baby wanted a hat that they would often put on his head. It might have been a fairly peculiar approach to life, to my children, but not to the Baby, who felt that this idea was wonderous. Who would have thought, a hat would be the item that was opted for.