I cannot be blamed for sticking my finger in this cake. The textures were too much for me.
Your children aren't going to be NBA players. I'm sorry. They might have the height, but the reach? Probably a lost cause.
Imagine my dismay at realizing that not all tiny roses taste like buttercream. Also, sorry about your roses, Grandma.
I know I'm not supposed to say this but, whatever red stuff is running down the side looks delicious. That's what I call a mmmmmassacre!