My son needed a cake. This… was… his… cake!
For those who have never seen Veggietales or Larry Boy, that line means absolutely squat. However, for those intellectually elect who have, my son asked for a Larry Boy cake for his birthday party. My Sister-In-Law outdid herself on this one. She is eighteen, in culinary school, and aspires to owning a bakery one day. She is certainly talented enough to do so and I hope and pray for the best in her life.
Thanks Whit for the help. Reagan loved it!
P.S. Thanks for the Spicey Pigs in a Blanket that you made as well. I love them! (although my stomach is now somewhat disillusioned with them)
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