I'll almost always sink in water, no matter how many times I'm skipped I could roll or just sit there, depends on my size and shape I'm almost everywhere in some way If you can't get this you might be between me and a hard place What am I?

I sit on a plate, I’m sweet as can be, blow out my candles and make a big wish, see? But if you hear me talked about when you jiggle and shake, I might mean the part of your rear your momma helped to bake.

I stand on legs but never walk. I hold your thoughts, yet never talk. By day I work, by night I rest, Papers, screens, and hands I host. What am I?

In fairy tales, I help fetch the prize, a vessel for water beneath sunny skies. With handle held high, I sway side to side, a humble companion on country rides.

You drop me in the toilet I float on water I'm cut and chopped Mathematicians deal with me , as do lumberjacks