My son Joey is 4'5" tall. Osteum Imperfecta makes him look like a 6' tall Puerto-Rican wrestler that someone dropped a safe on. He looks like a large man whose bones are just shorter. Which, of course, he is.
Ms Atlas (she supports the world) is a friend of mine that worked in a head shop in Miami near where my son and I lived at the time. She was in charge of their library of books on magic, crystals, and the ilk. You know the kind of place Well, Ms Atlas collects penguins. Stuffed penguins, pictures of penguins, things with penguin logos, you name it.
I was sitting at my desk one day and fielded a call from Ms Atlas just as my boss walked in. I held up a hand to him to signal him to stay and spoke briefly to Atlas. She asked me to return to her the box she had left at my house (full of cookies). This box was covered in penguins of all descriptions and we always referred to it as her "box of penguins". I explained that I was at work and could not bring it to her right away and offered to ask my son Joey to do it for me. She agreed, I called Joey, explained what I wanted and where to go to deliver the box.
As I hung up my boss looked at me oddly, asked "Did you just send a dwarf with a box of penguins to a magic shop?"
"uh well yes."
He shook his head and left. I don't think I ever found out what he wanted in the first place.