My little brother told me a story last night, after I'd exhausted all my own plot lines and he still wasn't ready for sleep. I started scrawling down what he was saying; it went like this:
One day a boy went up to his mom and asked if he could be big. He said, "Mommy when can I grow up bigger cause I'm so little?"
She said, "You can't, you have to stay little."
He cried and cried and runned away and he runned to all the world. And he climbed trees and stuff like that.
He came home and said "Now can I be big? Because I am big."
And then it was nighttime and he runnned somewhere and fell asleep and the next day it was snowing.
And he went home and said, "Mommy can I be little again?"
"No you can't, you can't be little again once you're big."
God save the queen.