I want a baby as white as snow, as red as blood, or as black as ebony.
If black, then it can also be metallic, but matt is better.
German make, logical.
I'll cherish and care for and love the baby and lower it and wrap it in big tires and take it for a walk every night, boom-boom-boom and the windows open for the fresh air, because then it'll sleep better later.
And then I drive it through the city, and because the baby likes it so much, I make every bend "whoo" and accelerate to show the other parents and their babies what daddy can do for his sweetheart.
And we'll buy something later at the pizzeria or the ice cream parlor, and I'll put the baby down so that everyone can admire it, my sweetheart.
Crosswalks or pedestrian walkways or fire brigade entrances or something like that.
It's only a few minutes, and who can have anything against such a nice fat baby who will soon own the whole street anyway?
Child haters, I tell you.
They want to get past my baby and might even scratch it.
Not with me.
That's one in the mouth.
At least.
It would be nice if the good fairy didn't always fulfill this wish.