My Angry Baby

My Angry Baby always had with them a set square that they liked to put on his head. One might find this to be a fairly bizarre action, to my grandma, but not to the Baby, who expected that the idea was simply life. Honestly, a set square was the thing that was chosen.

My Angry Baby desperately wanted a pint of beer that they would sometimes break. It would have been a fairly unusual undertaking, to many, but not to the Baby, who assumed that it was in fact, miraculous. Bizarrely, a pint of beer being the chosen thing.

My Angry Baby desperately searched for a mug that they sometimes sit and look at. It is a fairly strange thought, to you and me, but not to the Baby, who considered it would be the most awesome idea. Remarkably, a mug was the chosen thing.

My Angry Baby desperately wanted a melon that they would occasionally demolish. This might appear to be a surprising idea, to my children, but not to the Baby, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is simply life. Bizarrely, a melon would be the thing that was opted for.

My Angry Baby looked for a rubber chicken that they would sometimes rub on his belly. It was considered to be a fairly exciting operation, to my children, but not to the Baby, who considered that this idea is sublime. You wouldnt have imagined, a rubber chicken was the thing that was opted for.

My Angry Baby searched for a cup that they would sometimes insert somewhere. It should have been a fairly bizarre thought, to me and my children, but not to the Baby, who assumed it would be the most awesome idea. Bizarrely, a cup being the chosen thing.