Not a germ

So Wyatt, my imaginative child decided that he had a wishing rock and that he wanted to wake up the size of a germ tomorrow morning. That way, he can ride on his guinea pig "Matches." I was communicating my concerns with this wish. I said, "Wyatt I don't want you to wake up different. I don't know how to talk to fleas." He looked at me like I was absurd and in a very serious tone told me, "Don't worry Brittany, I am not going to be a flea, I am just going to be the size of a germ. There's a big difference." Whew! I was worried that I was losing my Wyatt forever.