The Troubled Baby

The Troubled Baby looked for a bag of flour that they would try to nail to the wall. It should have been an unusual activity, to me and my husband, but not to the Baby, who assumed it was awe-inspring. Strangely, a bag of flour having that done to it

The Troubled Baby needed a bat that they would sleep with. This might appear to be a funny exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Baby, who felt that it was in fact, wonderous. Who would have imagined, a bat being the thing selected.

The Troubled Baby needed a spade that they would occasionally sleep with. It might be a bizarre approach to life, to some, but not to the Baby, who thought that the idea was awe-inspring. Remarkably, a spade is the thing to select.

The Troubled Baby desperately looked for a bag of flour that they would occasionally put in the bath with him. It is an unusual idea, to me and my children, but not to the Baby, who had decided that this idea is wonderful. Who would have imagined, a bag of flour is the thing to choose.

The Troubled Baby searched for a wig that they would occasionally embrace. This is certainly a fairly original undertaking, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Baby, who assumed it would be awesome. Who would have thought, a wig is the item to opt for.

The Troubled Baby desperately looked for a custard pie that they would sometimes throw. It might be a fairly new activity, to my neighbour, but not to the Baby, who expected it was exciting. Who would have imagined, a custard pie is the thing that was chosen.