Strange comparisons

Yesterday, my step mom compared by friend Tom to Winnie the Pooh.
“That’s interesting,” I said, “I don’t remember Winnie the Pooh bonging beers in the hundred acre woods.”
“Winnie the Pooh likes honey, and Tom likes alcohol,” my step-mom wisely reasoned.
“Well,” I responded with a smile, “If Tom is Winnie the Pooh, who am I?”
“You’re Piglet.”
Piglet! I haven’t left my room since.