cake competition

They each make cakes. Not real cakes, but cakes made out of their special blue sand. Everyone puts a lot of effort into their cakes and Jo orders me to judge them. “You must give 1^st, 2^nd and 3^rd prize, Mama,” she said.

Hmmmm.

I say, Mama is not going to give 1^st, 2^nd and 3^rd prize (Jo: WHAAATT??!) but I’m going to give individual awards.

The most Perfect Cake, which is technically the best and made with the most precise measurements, goes to THIS ONE! (Jo preens)

The most Exquisite Cake, because it’s quaint and tiny and is littered with delicious-looking bits of garnish, is THIS ONE! (Day proceeds to cut up and squash his cake)

(At this point, Lulu starts to wail. Why am I always the LAST ONE? The last one means I’m the lousiest, right?)

Of course not, Lulu, I say. This is not 1^st, 2^nd, 3^rd, I’m giving out individual awards which means everyone’s cake is fabulous in different ways.

The most Creative Cake, because its a round dome and goes against the usual concept of a four-sided cake, and because it’s unusually segmented rather than tiered, goes to THIS ONE!

(Lu is still very miserable)

Still. Sometimes, the ability to make words work in my favour is useful for getting out of sticky situations.