He's just popping up to say hello, no need to be alarmed.
I've never been a huge fan of syrup so this photo speaks directly to my soul. I'm not sure if that's icing, cake batter, melted ice cream or what, but whatever it is, I want it in my mouth now.
I bet he'll scare away the bad dreams!
Babe-raham Lincoln is welcome to tend to my cuts and bruises anytime!
I wish my breakfast could be this cute every day. Kitty cakes! Kitty coffee! Cute cute cute!
This cake is like the edible version of an old-fashioned sound-stage musical number filmed with sweeping crane shots.
If there's no edible version of the trash compactor monster, I'm not interested.