Daughter: You bought the wrong cake.

Me: It’s a cake

Daughter: With a buttercream topping..

Me: It’s still a cake..

Daughter: But not a traditional birthday cake with royal icing..

Me: Yours is not a traditional birthday as in it’s not actually your birthday, yet, and anyway, buttercream is icing..

Daughter: Not royal icing..

Me: Close enough..

Daughter: You go to Battersea Dogs Home  to buy a puppy and they give you a chicken …with fur..Are you happy?