His Cheerful Lunatic

His Cheerful Lunatic often carried a lava lamp to drop. It was considered to be a strange activity, to my mum, but not to the Lunatic, who considered that the idea was awe-inspring. Who would have thought, a lava lamp was the thing that was chosen.

His Cheerful Lunatic desperately looked for a bag of flour that they liked to cuddle. It would be a fairly new suggestion, to my dad, but not to the Lunatic, who assumed that it was in fact, wonderful. Honestly, a bag of flour being the thing opted for.

His Cheerful Lunatic had a pen that they would occasionally eat. It should have been an exciting idea, to me, but not to the Lunatic, who assumed that this idea was miraculous. Strangely, a pen is the thing that was chosen.

His Cheerful Lunatic wanted a stretchman that they would often rub on his belly. One might say this is an exciting approach to life, to me and my parents, but not to the Lunatic, who assumed it was awesome. Who would have thought, a stretchman would be the thing that was chosen.

His Cheerful Lunatic searched for a sack of potatoes to sit and look at. It should be a weird undertaking, to me and my husband, but not to the Lunatic, who assumed that this idea is fun. Strangely, a sack of potatoes is the thing to choose.

His Cheerful Lunatic desperately desired a rubber chicken that they would sometimes throw. This could be considered a peculiar proposal, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Lunatic, who felt it was sublime. Bizarrely, a rubber chicken being the thing opted for.