- Craig, honey, what's the matter?

- l can't do it. Five years old and l’m already a failure. 

- What can't you do?

- I can't even trace Manhattan on tracing paper. Tracing paper! Are you kidding me?
- Craig, you can't trace freehand and expect it to be perfect.
- Why not?
- Because, honey, you're five years old.
- That's no excuse. Mozart composed three major symphonies by the time he was five.
- (Dad, from the living) Actually, Craig, it was four.
- I have an idea. Instead of trying to trace maps of Manhattan, why don't you just make up your own maps? Of imaginary places.