"Can you please bring me five pairs of trousers, t-shirts, and shoes fit for um.....say, 5-year-old kids?" I was in my room talking to a maid just outside my room. I left the door slightly open so I could talk to her without showcasing my room.

"Yes, princess..." The maid wore a strange look on her face at my request. In which I felt the urge to throw in some sort of excuse.

"I-It's my hobby! I....want to um.....dress my pillows and pretend that they are kids. You know. Practice for parenthood. Ahe he....." Now I want to slap myself and wish that I kept my mouth shut.

Fortunately, the...