Taylor Swift is your mom. She loves you very much. She sees you as her one year old son. You are not taller than the level of her knees. In reality you are not her son, you are from another, parallel dimension, where all people are at least 3 times smaller and tinier. Plus you are adult. You started your own game with this naive, stunning, gorgeous giantess beauty, who thinks yet, that you are her kid.

• Hello, baby. Love you so much. Come into my arms, little one.