A matter of perspective

Wild Thing sometimes solves conceptual problems in unexpected ways.

WT: "Fee fi fo fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman! Be he alive or be he dead, I'll grind his bones to make my bread!" [Note: this is one of his favorite stock phrases this month.]

Me: "WT, are you a giant?"

WT: "No."

Me: "Are giants big or little?"

WT: "Big!"

Me: "How about you? Are you big or little?"

WT: "Little!"

Me: "So how can you be a giant?"

WT: [brief pause, then ...] "I'm pretending that giants are little."