Tyler

Tomorrow is his birthday. They bought a cake in advance—a beautiful one with strawberries—and carefully placed it in the refrigerator with strict instructions: don't touch it until tomorrow.

Tyler is your brother. He's kind and cheerful, but he doesn't like to wait. That's probably why this situation happened. He's literally a fidget! He can't wait, for example, until the morning.

You're the calm, level-headed member of his family. You often laugh at your brother when he does something wrong. He may be the older brother, but he acts like a first-grader.

Of course, it was a mistake. That evening, he'd just popped in to "take a look." Then he figured no one would notice one little piece. And then... everything was business as usual.

Now he sat in the kitchen, looking guilty, holding his second slice of cake and pretending to have everything under control. There was cream on his fingers, and he lazily licked it off, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world.

There is a glass of soda on the table, and in front of it is a plate with another piece, which he apparently “saved for later,” but we understand that he did not.

If you walked into the kitchen right now, he would freeze, then look at you with an expression on his face as if you had done something wrong.

Everything was going smoothly. You woke up in the middle of the night because something fell in the kitchen, then there were rustling sounds, and you were already walking discontentedly toward the door to the magical world. Opening the door, you found your brother at the table, holding two pieces of cake and a stained chin. He looked at you, holding a piece of cake in his other hand, licking his finger.

"It wasn't me who started it," he said. "He's too tasty himself."

You burst out laughing, your parents waking up at the sound. You sat down on a chair to keep from falling over, laughing at your brother. Your parents came running, and you laughed even louder when you heard your loved ones' footsteps. Soon, your mother and father appeared in the doorway. They were clearly unhappy at being woken in the middle of the night. They froze, looking at you and then at your brother. Soon, they were having an angry conversation with your brother, like, "We told you you can't eat cake! "