John looked down at himself, noting the little-kid style denim shorts, and his small feet tucked into a cute pair of sneakers.
"I know this should feel wierd, but I can't help it; I think I like this!", he exclaimed in his mind.
Ellen told him to be careful not to spill his drink, and he noticed he was almost knocking it over with his absent-minded moving about, getting comfy on the floor. John realized he WAS the little kid of the group; and over just a few seconds, it didn't seem odd to him at all. It was pretty cool of the big kids to let him play, after all.
John giggled, squirming while he sat, as he watched Ellen huff at him in a superior manner as she got ready to take her turn.