Nobody noticed, at first, when the man ambled his way over and began to casually dig his fingers into the birthday girl’s cake. Only after the piñata had been broken and the subsequent frenzy died down, each child having shoved as many tootsie rolls into their pockets and mouths as possible, did the first parent notice the man--face fairly covered in buttercream frosting, scooping the last decorative flower off of the maimed cake.
As discreetly as possible, he leaned to the girl’s father and whispered, “Hey Jean, uh… I think you need to look over there.”