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.
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