"Hold your horse." I said. "If I want to be alive again, it wouldn't be in that body."
"Why? I look cute." Henry said with puppy eyes.
"Sure you do. But as for your height, ehhh... Not so much."
"Are you saying I'm small?"
"Pretty much. Yeah."
This response seem to have made him down. He sat and wiggled his toes. All I know is that he's a bit small for boys his age. And no offence, I prefer myself on a higher pedestal. So that's why I float all the time.
"How about you possess another one?"
"What do you mean another one? Last I checked, the only people you know is me, your nanny and your mother. Your nanny is out of the question. Your mother, maybe?"
"Ew. Why do you want to be my mom?"
"It would be nice to be your parent and order your around."
"Well you can't. She's in France doing whatever thing she does."
Now that everyone is out of the question, Henry looked into the sky. As expected of him, he got another idea.
"The undertaker?"
"The old fool who always ride that dinghy machine? Hard pass?"
"The cemetery guard."
"Maybe add that to the list. Any other people you can think up?"