I climbed down the sheets and walked up to him. He looked at my miniature figure without moving.
"Oh my God, Matt! You're gigantic!", I said, still playfully, "I now understand how the lilliputians must have felt at the sight of Gulliver".
"P...please stop, Mom", he barely managed to say.
"But why, Matt?", I said, "Ain't it funny to be so colossal?".
"B...but I'm not colossal, you're tiny", he said.
"Maybe from YOUR point of view", I shot back, "From mine, you're the biggest being I've ever seen. It's a little intimidating, I admit. I mean, look at me. Compared to you, I'm just a little mouse. You could just crush me with those giant feet of yours," I touched his right foot, which he quickly pulled away. "Or you could capture me with your enormous hand; there'd be no way someone as small and weak as me could have a chance against a mountain of muscle and power as you. You're like a God to me now".
I start bowing like I was worshiping him.
"Please, stop mom", he said.
I continued as if he had never said a thing.
"Please, mom"
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