I demand that forever starting now every flower arrangement that crosses my path shall have a kitty face in it.
You guys, this is a CAKE. It's EDIBLE! Even the embroidery floss and the cameo buttons and the pincushion! The baker must have spent a considerable amount of time in a chilly room to keep all the components from melting. I mean really, how do you sew sugar buttons on a sugar card with sugar thread?!
This taps right into that toddler part of the brain where you want to pick up a whole pie and smash your face into it. Taking a big ol' spoon and jamming it into a jar of cake and frosting and having no regard for the mess you're inevitably going to make sounds so childishly satisfying. Where's my big spoon?
Cookies that taste like sweet, lovely strawberry milk and a filling like light, creamy cookie dough? Have I been hit by a bus? That's the only explanation for this, I must be in heaven because no one on earth could come up with a cookie this marvelous.