One of the things that they had at this place was a number of exceptionally large Legos-type bricks, and for the weeks leading up to the party, Margaret was announcing her intention to build a great big castle out of them.
Luckily, her ambition exceeds her abilities, so we did not have to explain how her castle didn't belong to her.
Still, she -- with the help of her minions -- constructed a quite passable tower.
And then convinced her father that she needed to perch on top of it.
I disapprove of this sort of thing. It will give her ideas. Climbing ideas. And she doesn't need climbing ideas.