There is an old Jewish folktale that goes like this: when a young boy is born, his grandfather, a tailor, makes him a baby blanket. As the boy grows older, the blanket tears and his grandfather fashions it into a coat. When the sleeves become tattered, he turns it into a vest. And when that rips, it becomes a hat. And then a handkerchief. And so on and so forth until it becomes a button, which the boy, now a young man, loses. The grandfather is devastated — he cannot turn nothing into something for his grandson. But then the grandson turns it into a story.