When I was a little boy only seven my teacher asked me what I would like to be when I grow up.
An author, I replied, but I drew my answer on the head of a parrot I was drawing before he asked me.
I asked a small tree what it would like to be when it grows up.
We grow up, but this is only physical. Inside is a whole other story.
Because of the overlaps? I asked, showing off my knowledge.
Yes, smarty pants, because of the overlaps.