When I was 2, I ran to Father, Jesus's Father and tugged on his pants, I looked up at him, he looks down at me playfully like: Now what does she want?
And then I ran off to play, looking at him like chase me
He chases me to my room, and catches me, he raises up over his eyeball And says "You are in a really good mood, today! How have you been sleeping?!" I slept good, I smiled at him, and tried to run more, he grabs my legs and plays with my tummy, tickling it as he laughs at me.
He moves me to his hair, I grab it in happiness.
He lets me grab it and then lays me into it.
he walked to his throne room and sits on his throne as I played around, angels staring In curiosity.
I say "Where are we?"
He responded, "In the throne room, you like it?" "Yes!"
He smiles a huge grin and places me on his lap, his legs bouncing up and down as I am enjoying the ride on his leg.
He watches me play there awhile until he gets an unexpected visitor.
Satan. Again.
I ignore the situation and continue playing, he looks at him in disgust, and asks "What are you doing here?!"
Satan looks at him and says "Baby time?"
He stopped bouncing me on his knee, and I am like: Why you stop?
He looks at Satan in sheer rage and asks him what he wants.
Satan laughs at his situation and asks "I want a girl."
I am outraged. I ask him "Why did you stop?! Who is that?! Leave us alone! I wanna play with Daddy!"
God is just like: Lol, this baby.
"I wanted to ask him for a favor!"
I said, "Ask him later!"
God is just marveling at my anger, I am a bold baby. Satan is an ugly angel.
I scream "Get Ouuuuuut!"
Satan Looks at me like: she's gonna wish she never did that!
I was like FIX YO' FACE
And said, "FIX YOUR FACE, BOY."
He looks at me in pure shock. God is just like: Mmhmm.
He looks at Satan in hatred, He hates him.
"Tell me what you want, Satan."
He asks "Is your Girl ready?" "No."
"I want her now." "I won't give her to you."
Who?
Satan looks at me in expectation.
I look at him like: Go kill your Dog, bruh.
I hated him.
He gave me bad vibes.
He hated me.
He asks God "I want the baby."
"What baby?" I ask
God says "You." I look at him like "NO! I AM NOT A BABY, I AM 2-YEARS-OLD! I AM A TODDLER!"
I said that to him.
Then turned to look at Satan like: GET IT, BRUH I Ain't A BABY.
God looks at me like 2-year-olds...
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God picked me up and put me in his hair.
I played in there.
He said "Satan, you have no right to keep her, and you have no right to take her. I Have all rights to her, you have none."
I listened like: What is he talking about?
God rolls his eyes and says "Go. Go back to your house, on earth."
God was bored of talking to him.
I was like: He has a house? That ugly thing?
I was a cool toddler.
He looks at God's hair like I will have her one day, I peeked out already and said "HAHA! YOU CAN'T HAVE ME YOU CAN'T HAVE ME!"
And peeked my head back in really quick.
God was like: She will be a wonderful girl, I have my heart in the thought of that.
I love her.
He grabs me out of his hair and kisses me which disgusted Satan to his core, God did not care, Asked an angel to make him leave. They threw him to a hole on earth, kept the earth alive, tho.
God put me in his hair and walked to his room, where plays with me and has fun with me and I enjoyed ALL OF IT.
"Yay, Daddy, I wanna play with Barbie!"
"Yes, I am Ken."
"OK!"
We played with Barbie and Ken, He made Ken cool.
I made Barbie crazy
It was fun.
The End.
