It’s taken me an entire week to recover from Tatum’s festivities, hence the belated birthday post. Dreading the celebration associated with my child’s special day [or in her case weekend] makes me feel like Mother of the Year but the truth shall set you free, right? Now that the stress has come and gone I feel like I can revisit the fantastic four without having a stroke…so let’s discuss the combustible otherwise known as cake.
Life has a funny way of forcing me to laugh when I need it most. How fitting that after such a stressful occasion our customized creation went aflame. Luckily we salvaged most of it but the house still reeked of burnt frosting for the next 48 hours. Is that grounds for a lawsuit? Or at least a discount next time? Their attorneys will probably spin it that we chose poor placement for the candles but whatever.
Warning: flammable
Luckily things went smoother during our second video attempt. No flaming cakes. Tatum acknowledged it was indeed her birthday. I did not curse. Success!
With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,
Sloane
