Wear your cupcake pride on your chest, not just your thighs.
Hey deer, you better not leave any little presents in the frosting if you know what I mean.
If you spend too much time thinking about how cute this guy is before you eat him, his ice cream head is going to melt and slide right off of his cupcake body. Eat him quick and save him from such a dishonor.
Now I've found a surefire way to get me out of bed in the morning! Promise me french toast cupcakes with bacon! I'm up, I'm up!
Is he eating the honey? Hiding? Trapped? I think he looks a little mischievous and crazed. Like at any moment he's just going to explode with crazed laughter for fooling you. I love him.
If only the scent of a daffodil was something you could make into a flavor of frosting. Get on it, science!