This weekend the little man and I baked up a storm.
Peanut butter heart-shaped dog treats for Norman:
And chocolate melty cakes for Papa:
Elian couldn't fathom why anybody would want tiny little cakes instead of a big ol' birthday cake shaped like a ball -- until he tried one. Tonight, in anticipation of his second chocolate melty cake experience, he had a melt down (no pun intended) The time to pre-heat the oven on top of the eight minutes of baking were just too much to bare. OH, THE INHUMANITY!
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