Romilly made me a cake. Not just any cake, but a Fathers’ Day Cake. She chose the cake. She chose the icing. She chose the decorations. She helped bake the cake. She helped ice the cake. She single-handedly decorated the cake, taking over an hour to place each and every little jelly bean, mini-marshmallow and mini-m&m.
She also ensured that, along with some “monster hands”, I got plenty of chocolates. I understand that, had she been allowed to, I would have received at least half of the confectionery isle.
I’m a very proud, very lucky, and very sugar-filled father.
That’s one awesome cake! The toppings really top it off though!
Yay!! A photo of Roms. So glad I looked you up… I can’t believe how big she looks! 🙂
Lisa xxx
They seem to grow up extra fast when you let them have access to this much sugar 🙂
Yes, well mine are the same. Except I really do try to restrict access to that much sugar… it’s just sometimes they are much more resourceful than I give them credit for!