My birthday cake cracks me up every year, and yesterday was no exception. The cake itself was yummy chocolate with chocolate, just like I like it. Paul and Bunny went out and chose those candles that spell out “Happy Birthday,” but apparently there was a problem in the candle factory that day: one “Y” was replaced with an extra “P.”
So close, yet…
After I blew out my candles, the kids and I snuck icing while Paul snapped a few photos and grabbed forks and plates. Carter, my fellow family chocoholic could not resist. He was caught in the act—on film. This is my favorite photo from last night.
It was a fun “BirthdaP” dinner, and true to our streak of jacked up cakes for Mama. :)