The Depressed Baby

The Depressed Baby wanted a chocolate bar that they would sometimes put up their bum. This seems to be a weird action, to my grandpa, but not to the Baby, who expected it was awe-inspring. Strangely, a chocolate bar was the thing that was selected.

The Depressed Baby wanted a bag of flour that they would occasionally experiment on. It would be a somewhat surprising activity, to some, but not to the Baby, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was stunning. Remarkably, a bag of flour of all things.

The Depressed Baby owned a rubber chicken that they would occasionally put in the bath with him. One might say this is a fairly surprising undertaking, to me and my children, but not to the Baby, who thought that this idea is wonderous. A rubber chicken being the item opted for.

The Depressed Baby carried a custard pie that they sometimes try to nail to the wall. This could be considered a somewhat surprising thought, to me and my children, but not to the Baby, who thought that it was in fact, amazing. You wouldnt have thought, a custard pie was the thing that was selected.

The Depressed Baby desperately craved for a big sponge that they would often sleep with. It was a strange operation, to me, but not to the Baby, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, fun. Bizarrely, a big sponge would be the item that was selected.

The Depressed Baby desperately searched for a bag of flour that they sometimes hug. It was a weird activity, to me and my parents, but not to the Baby, who felt that this idea was awe-inspring. A bag of flour was the thing that was selected.