"Can I please go in your pocket?" you ask your giant mom shyly.
"May I go in your pocket," she corrects you in a condescending way.
"Ugh...may I please go in your pocket, mum?" you ask.

"Yes, you may," she says. "Let me get ahold of you first." Your mom then crouches down and extends her hand towards you. Instead of letting you get on, she clamps her fingers around you and picks you up in her fist. You struggle against her firm grip and she laughs. "Aww look, mommy's little pet is too tight. Well, in my pocket you go." She drops you, not very gently, into her pants pocket, where you try to stay still as she makes her way down the hallway.

A little later when your mom has sat down, you poke your head out of the pocket. You can't see a whole lot from where you are, but you will in a second as a giant hand comes towards you.