When my son was 4yrs old, he told me, "Mommy, I'm not from here. I'm from somewhere else."
Intrigued, I asked, "Oh, where are you from?"
He said, "A place far away, a place very different from here."
I assumed it was not earth. "What's this place like?"
"It's different. It's out there." He pointed away as if pointing out into space.

Wanting him to continue, I probed, "What was your life like out there?"
"My parents said I could come to you, that you could borrow me."
Suddenly saddened, I kept it light. "That's very nice of them. Why did they allow that?"
"They said you are a nice person. And that you need me."
I agreed. "It's true. Thank you. Thank you for choosing me. So, how did you get here?"
"I came in a comet. Like asteroid. And crashed into earth." He demonstrated with his hand.
"Wow... that's amazing. Weren't you scared traveling alone like that?"
"No. I was coming to you."

Surprised, I asked, "And are your parents people, like us?"
He shook his head, "No. They're different looking. Not like people."

"Hmm... interesting. What else can you tell me about your home?"
"We have a leader. He's very big. And he has lots of eyes."
"Lots of eyes? How many - like a hundred? A thousand?"
"Over a thousand."
"Why does he need so many eyes?"
"So they can watch us. They're watching us like a TV. Like a DVD."

"Huh, okay. So... what shall we do?"
"You need to break free from the TV, mommy. You need to get out of the DVD."

"How do I do that?"
"Just, break free," he shrugged matter of factly.