I never had any brothers or sisters, so I'm always fascinated when my father talks about inter-sibling rivalry in his larval form. When I was home visiting him recently, he told me about the elaborate ritual that had been established around pie-cutting... a Solomon-like affair, in which my wise grandfather pronounced that whatever brother cut the pie for dessert must pick his slice last. The result? Equality in pie-division at a sub-atomic scale. Apparently, the only thing that beats a small child's greed is his eagerness to screw over his brother.
This metrically measured cake plate aims to bring the absolute precision of two greedy children bickering over the biggest slice to everyone with $45 CAD to spare. I have a hard time believing adults could be so petty, but I can see this saving a kid called upon by his father to cut his brother's piece some hand-wringing and brow-mopping.