I made a cake for Selah's birthday. In order to milk it, I used it for her party, monthly picture, and plan on busting it out for future birthdays too. It's pretty with white ranunculas and pink spray roses, and I thought it would look nice on a pretty pink plate. Well, forget the hours of shopping for just the right size/color/shape flowers, time it took to assemble it, and the glue gun burn while adding the final rose. This gal sent the cake sailing and dove for the plate! Have a look...
Let's see that again...
And again...
And yet again...
One more time...
Okay, one more...
Watch out, Jennie Finch - look at that wind-up! So this girl sent the cake nearly a dozen times, and after each one I had my poor hubby jump in to chase the rolling cake and plop it back on the prettier plate in hopes of getting that "one" shot. You buy them a toy; they want to play with the box. You make them a cake; they're interested in the plate. Nevertheless, I had fun. Selah had a blast. Mr. Woo probably not so much...
Any birthday cake stories to share? ;)
