Disclaimer: Nothing is mine but the idea.
John smiled to himself as Calvin walked away with his "dinosaur photos". He had been just like that at Calvin's age; he remembered his mother saying, That's nice, Jackie, now put your pirate's gold away and wash up for dinner.
Sad, really, that people didn't retain that sense of life's possibilities. Still, you couldn't go on riding dragons and fighting giants forever; eventually, the real world had to take priority. Calvin would discover that someday, no doubt…
A ring from the telephone interrupted his meditations. He sighed, went over to the table, and picked up the receiver. "Hello, Paper residence."