(I am quite a bit of an adult child in that I still like to collect and play with toys despite being almost 24, my favorites being Transformers of all types. My four-year-old second cousin comes up to my room during a visit.)
Cousin: “My mommy said to ask if I can play with one of your Transformers.”
Me: “Certainly! Which one do you want to play with?
Cousin: “Which one do you have?”
Me: “Well, I have lots.”
(I let him into my room to show him my shelves and tables full of Transformers.)
Me: “I have some that turn into cars. I have some that turn into jets. I’ve got some that turn into dinosaurs or animals or bugs. I’ve got big ones, tiny ones, and repaints of toys I already own. I even have some that turn into more than one alternate form and a few that combine into bigger robots.”
Cousin: “Ooh… cool!”
Me: “I have some from the original toy-line that I got from my dad, some from the movies, and some from the newer cartoons. That one over there talks. That one’s stuck as a tank because it took me five hours to get it into that form and now I can’t remember how to change it back, and this one here’s my favorite. I repainted him to look more accurate to his color scheme in the original cartoon. So which one do you want to play with?”
Cousin: “This one!”
(He took a non-transforming Happy Meal toy and skipped off downstairs to play.)