Then let us go and be terrible.
There's a reason why we're born with brains in our heads, not rocks.
Peter stood up and let a wicked smile slide across his face. "Time to play.
The boy planted his hands on his hips and a broad smile lit his face. "My name's Peter. Can I play too?
For Peter's smile is a most contagious thing.
Peter glanced up at the stars and a wicked smile lit his face. "Time to play," he whispered to the stars and winked. And the stars winked back, for Peter's smile is a most contagious thing.