The Lonely Baby

The Lonely Baby desperately needed a stapler that they would often eat. One might find this to be a new idea, to me and my parents, but not to the Baby, who thought that this idea was awe-inspring. Remarkably, a stapler is the item to opt for.

The Lonely Baby desperately desired a helmet that they would often rub on his belly. It should have been a fairly surprising suggestion, to my mum, but not to the Baby, who considered that the idea was entertaining. Bizarrely, a helmet was the chosen thing.

The Lonely Baby found a spade that they would often put on his head. It should have been a funny idea, to me and my husband, but not to the Baby, who felt that the idea was simply life. Honestly, a spade is the thing that was chosen.

The Lonely Baby had a wig that they sometimes eat. One might find this to be an odd approach to life, to everybody you know, but not to the Baby, who had decided that the idea was simply life. Bizarrely, a wig was the thing that was opted for.

The Lonely Baby desperately wanted a mug to rub on his belly. It should have been an odd thing to do, to my mum, but not to the Baby, who thought that the idea was simply life. Strangely, a mug was the chosen thing.

The Lonely Baby always carried a can of Tango that they would occasionally demolish. This could be considered a funny exercise, to me, but not to the Baby, who thought that it was in fact, amazing. Bizarrely, a can of Tango was the thing that was chosen.