The world's scariest birthday cake

We had The Boy's first birthday party today. Yes, he just turned three, but we took a pass on parties his first two years because we figured we could. Sure, friends and family were horrified that we didn't fete the little guy with presents and cake the first chance we got, but he didn't notice. Shh, don't tell the DSS.

These days, however, The Boy is much more aware of what's going on in the world around him, and there's a good chance we could scar him for life if we deprived him of a party this year, (even though we did get him the best birthday present ever: a pink two-wheeler which he wants to be riding every second of the day.)



Of course, we may have scarred him anyway. I shelled out an extra eight bucks so the kind folks at Baskin-Robbins would draw Elmo and Grover on a white cake with pink ice cream, as The Boy requested, and here's what I got:

I wasn't sure if those were wild-eyed monsters coming to eat us or if they were just bugg-eyed from choking on their own huge tongues.

Fortunately, the kids seemed too preoccupied with shoveling the sugar to notice the terror in the frosting. The Boy, for one, was already asking for more with the first forkful still in his mouth.

So the party was a big success. We made pasta necklaces and construction-paper crowns, fought over balloons, ate pizza, and after the presents and cake, played a game of musical chairs that ended in tears which signalled it was time for everyone to go home.