"Don't eat. Don't eat." Your tiny voice could only mutter as much, as you didn't know how else to convey your message. That kid didn't care though. "I will eat! It's my favorite cake missy!" He said in his big boy tone.

Just a while ago, you saw the cake bearer aka the old man come in with a strawberry cake, looked delicious for any other toddler. But just before that you've caught him pouring something on top of the cake, you didn't know what, but you could guess that it couldn't be good. "Don't eat. Don't eat." You spoke again, in a pleading tone, but the kid didn't listen.