Felicity informed me that yesterday’s photo was kind of weird. Those were not her words, exactly. What she did say was, “Um…why did you choose that picture for a birthday post?”
Ah, sweet insecurity.
Here, then, is another shot of the birthday boy. This is not his “official” cake so you can stop laughing now. His godmother, who does amazing cakes like this one:
and this one:
and who is coming with her family on Sunday to celebrate, is making his real birthday cake.
(She offered! Honest! I swear I didn’t even ask.)
Meanwhile, there are sisters like Cate…
…who love their little brother dearly and who also, furthermore, absolutely love to bake—so much so, that they prompt their father to say things like, “You know what? I’m just going to go ahead and get that 50-pound bag of flour at Sam’s Club.”
And in any case, there are worst things than having two cakes for one’s birthday.
Sugar shock, maybe?
But that’s about it.
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