Oh, poor baby isn't old enough to appreciate the glory of this amazing cake. What a shame.
Do your friends hate helping you move because you have nothing but incredibly heavy boxes of books? Maybe you can sweeten the deal by making them a book cake as a treat. Perhaps they'll come through with you if you're a good enough baker.
Recently I decided that I'm going to model myself after one of those crazy, artsy, metropolitan wackos who only wears one color every day forever. I've chosen yellow and I figure that in two or three years I can weed out all the clothes that aren't yellow, black, white, grey or bluejeans (because really, who are we kidding here? Jeans are important.) and be a bonafide eccentric.
Everything yellow I see speaks to me. This cake gives me lovely flutters!