Little Red Riding Hood visits the office to say it's the weekend and I should take a break.
(So I played the part of the mother, the grandmother, and the wolf-grandmother.)
Little Red Riding Hood wants to replace her comforter with the fuzzy scrap of red blanket she found while we unpacked. It's too small, I say. Perhaps you could use it under your comforter?
She says: Well, that wouldn't work for me.
Not so little...