I'm not the little one here. You are. I am the one who watches over you, little one. You can listen to me speak for a while. I want you good and comfy with a stuffie in your arms and a smile on your lips while your caretaker tells you all about that wonderful, happy place called "Little Space". You have no responsibilities. I take care of you, and everything else. That also means you must not be a brat, or you will be punished. You will surrender all control to me, a loving, soft yet strict caretaker. Can you do that for me, little one?