Suflee

  All children, except one, grow up.  They soon know that they will
grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this.  One day when she was two
years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower
and ran with it to her mother.  I suppose she must have looked rather
delightful, for Mrs. Darling put her hand to her heart and cried,
"Oh, why can't you remain like this for ever!"  This was all that
passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that
she must grow up.  You always know after you are two.  Two is the
beginning of the end.