Who wouldn’t like a new GI Joe?

The Mickey Mouse cake overwhelmed him.  I’m sure I baked and decorated it, but I’ve blocked it out of my memory.  Frosting requires coordination, of which I have little.

As did the Black Cat cake.

(please note:  my son was not drinking the beer or the coffee, nor was he allowed near the knife)

See the shirt he’s wearing?  I found that in the Big Clean Out and washed it yesterday.  I think he wore it every day for years.  I have the matching corduroy pants, too.

Most of you recognize Son #2, aka “Willie”. Even though he’s all grown up now, I may have to whip up a birthday cake for him.  Or maybe instead, take him to Artz for ribs.