The Baby Cake Gets Cut Down to Size
You know how sometimes you see a baby cake that's not too horrendously awful, and your first reaction is something like,
"Aw, just lookit that face! Who's a cute widdle boopsie woopsie baby? Is it you? Yes, it's you!!"
Anyway, my point is that while some of these baby cakes might be just the teensiest bit cute, you have to remember one very important thing:
It's all fun and games 'til you cut the cake.
Yes, I have an example. Brace yourself.
Here we have the standard old man baby cake:
I say we call him Benjamin. ('Cuz he's cute as a Button!)
[Quick side note: in case you're wondering, as I did, why he's on a food court tray: it turns out that's a new type of cake board popping up in bakeries. Weird, I know. Ok, sorry to interrupt. Let's move on.]
And just so you get the full effect:
Just lookit that face!
No really, look at it. Aren't you glad the eyes aren't open?
[shiver] Whoah. I just gave myself the willies. (Or should I call them the "bennies?")
Okay. So, über realistic baby. Been there, done that. However, here's where things get...
...cutting.
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