Margaret & Taylor
“She put it under her bed and took it out the next morning for breakfast.
In the kitchen, Taylor was already eating his oatmeal. But when he saw Margaret’s cake, he wanted it.
“It’s mine,” said Margaret. “You had yours last night.”
“But I just had a little piece,” said Taylor, “not half as big as that. And you had some too!”
“Did I?” said Margaret. “Why don’t you pretend that your oatmeal is birthday cake? The oatmeal can be the chocolate part. The milk can be the frosting. The sugar can be the squiggles. And you can imagine all the yellow roses.”
Taylor added lots of frosting.
He put on lots of squiggles.
He imagined lots of yellow roses.
Then he took a taste and thought hard. But no matter how hard he tried, his oatmeal just tasted like oatmeal.
Margaret looked at the cake. She looked at Taylor looking at the cake.
“I’ll make a deal,” she said, smiling. “I’ll give you a piece if you give me your dessert at dinner tonight.”
Taylor looked at the cake.
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