Oh what a beauty, Oh what a sight

Warm, tan, outside with a delicious inside.

I open the door to the old fashioned bakery,

The smell of different goods leave a bit of mystery.

I skip inside and run up to the glass smudged by many finger prints. 

Should I get the same thing?

Or something different?

Hmmmm, Different

I bend down and point at the most gracious, smooth, symmetrical pie I had ever seen

I look at its shiny gold name tag and smile

Grape. Splendid.

I walk down the long spindly road with my prize in my arms

I invite my wonderfully goofy friend, Lane, over.

I rest my child on the counter and get some drinks.

I hear the door open and I walk back in

Hey La...

My baby was dead.

Worst of all Lane was sitting on it.

What happened, I said already falling into grief over my child.

Lane just points at a boy I recognize as Roger

Of course the stupid, pretentious, ill advised boy that looks like a mop

Sure Lane was a few of these, but nothing like the boy with a manbun.

He killed my baby.

The adventure starts again

Back to the bakery. To have a surrogate make a new one.