The Little Artist

The Little Artist always had with them a magic 8 ball that they would often smash. It was considered to be a fairly funny action, to me and my husband, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion it was wonderful. You wouldnt have thought, a magic 8 ball was the chosen item.

The Little Artist desired a spade that they would eat. It should have been a fairly strange approach to life, to my mum, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion it was awe-inspring. Who would have imagined, a spade is the item that was chosen.

The Little Artist wanted a pencil sharpener that they would occasionally watch for 10 minutes every morning. This might appear to be an original operation, to my children, but not to the Artist, who assumed that this idea was awe-inspring. Honestly, a pencil sharpener being the thing selected.

The Little Artist desperately needed a stretchman that they sometimes hug. It would be a different thing to do, to my mum, but not to the Artist, who felt that this idea is wonderful. Strangely, a stretchman would be the item that was selected.

The Little Artist searched for a cup that they would sometimes put down their trousers. It would be a fairly bizarre undertaking, to me and my children, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is magnificent. Who would have imagined, a cup being the thing opted for.

The Little Artist desperately wanted a helmet that they would occasionally rub on his belly. It would be a fairly new suggestion, to me and my wife, but not to the Artist, who expected that this idea is epic. Remarkably, a helmet was the thing that was chosen.