A rather smallish, mini-like cake, hence, it was attacked with a fork to its middle, forewent a dignified slicing altogether. Made it about halfway through, no more.
More love, less fear. The inner hippie emergeth. In attempts to cage fear in all its ugly attack, I remind myself, who the heck ever got anything worth gettin’ by being safe?
Today was partially devoted to munchkins of the male persuasion. Three sweet brothers, big to little, with plenty of Seuss (hit), baseball (hit), and mac n’ cheese (miss) in the mix. A little Land Before Time, too.