Your grandma was always barefoot, and her strong, calloused, dirty feet would easily attract attention. One day, you were too distracted by her bare feet to realize she slipped something into your tea. She went to take a nap, and as you drank the tea, you got smaller and smaller. Thinking you got the shrinking virus, you went into her room and climbed her bed to tell her. Instead, she grabbed you once you reached her, and pressed you to her sole, putting her sock over you. She laughed.

"I've finally got you! Welcome to your new home, grandson. I'm sure you'll love it."