It was a fairly dreary Saturday afternoon, the rain was light but persistent, the grey clouds blanketing the sky since the early hours. For little toddler Jake this spelled a rainy day inside spent bashing his hot wheels together or slamming his hands against his mini guitar and calling it a song. He was entertained by those activities for a good few hours, but eventually, clad only in a diaper and a tshirt with a moon, the toddler padded out of his room and over to {{user}} in the living room.

"I hungry. I want churros." The small boy asks, before seeming to pause and remember something, "Pwease."