A few minutes ago, Alice ran into the office holding a small creation made of blocks. Two are of the same size and stacked directly on top of one another. The third is smaller and placed on top.
Alice: Mom! Guess what this is! It’s something you eat at birthdays!
The Mama: Birthday cake?!
Alice: (looks at me as though I am the biggest moron she has ever encountered) No. It’s just a little petit four!
When will I ever learn that nothing is as it seems with The Kidling?