The youngest resident at Casa Twipply Skwood turned a year old last week. We didn't have a party, and I'm not a big cake fan so I'm not that great at making them. This did not go unnoticed by baby, apparently.
I did go hog wild with five and a half sticks of butter though, so it tasted better than it looked. Still, the baby was only interested in was the candle and nothing but the candle.
This tastes a lot like wax.
You want me to eat WHAT?!?! I thought I just had to eat the candle!
Sure. I can sit here and look cute for a picture. But I am NOT going to eat this cake.
Okay, I'll taste it.
I'm eating it! You told me to eat it, so I'm eating it!
Can I be done now?
I'm going to put my foot in this cake if you don't get me down from here
Yay! We're done!
That's a wrap.
So yeah, she hated the cake, and so did everyone else's arteries. In fact my Boy kept saying that he wouldn't have to worry about his AP World History exam, because the butter would kill him off before the day of the test. Needless to say he ate his fair share.
One first birthday down, one high school graduation to go! Tune in text time I get my act together for another exciting episode.