A pixie turns 9

This week was full of birthdays for some men I know.  The first cake below is for my oldest pixie who turned 9.  I get it.  Nine isn't anywhere close to manhood.  I love him but he is starting to smell and eat me out of house and home.  it's just around the corner.   

​My son has become fascinated with the Wings of Fire book series so he asked for an ice wing dragon for his cake.   I made sure he was on hand for all the technical questions like talon color, length of spikes, and more.  

The next two cakes happen to be for two dads I know who both turned 40 on the same day.  How cool is that?  One lives and breathes anything related to Philadelphia Eagles and the other dad loves to party.