Marty mckay was already five years old, but he was still the baby of the family. "Can i have some tea too?" Marty asked his mother. She drank her tea from a beautiful cup and stirred it with a silver spoon. "No, marty. You're too young to drink tea." "But, why?" Marty asked. "Because your fingers are too tiny to hold the cup. And tea is too hot for you, baby." "I'm not a baby," marty said. "I'm five and a half." Marty went out to the yard. His brother ralph was playing basketball. "Can i play too?" Marty asked. Ralph bounced the ball up and down under marty's nose and then threw it into the basket. "No marty, you're too young to play basketball." "But, why?" Marty asked. "Because the basket is too high for you to reach. And the ball is too big for you tiny baby hands." Ralph said