My Red Baby

My Red Baby desired a can of coke that they would occasionally insert somewhere. It should have been a weird and wonderful proposal, to my grandma, but not to the Baby, who expected that it was in fact, wonderous. Bizarrely, a can of coke would be the item that was selected.

My Red Baby desperately craved for a pen that they would often hug. It is a strange action, to my children, but not to the Baby, who thought it would be out of this world. Who would have imagined, a pen would be the thing that was selected.

My Red Baby owned a ball that they would often put up their bum. It was a bizarre undertaking, to me and my parents, but not to the Baby, who had decided that the idea was epic. A ball is the thing to select.

My Red Baby looked for a cucumber to rub on his belly. This is certainly a fairly funny proposal, to you and me, but not to the Baby, who considered that this idea was spectacular. A cucumber was the chosen item.

My Red Baby desperately needed a pint of beer that they would sometimes worship. One might consider this to be a fairly original approach to life, to my grandpa, but not to the Baby, who thought it would be wonderous. Who would have thought, a pint of beer is the item that was chosen.

My Red Baby owned a set of lego to put in the bath with him. This might appear to be a peculiar approach to life, to my dad, but not to the Baby, who felt it would be the most awesome idea. Honestly, a set of lego would be the thing that was chosen.