Remember when I used to rail against the cannibalistic indignity that is the baby butt cake?
Let's do that again!
Hm. Given those "legs" and the hastily edited "Baby," you have to wonder what the baker thought s/he was making.
After all, bakers don't always have the firmest grasp on the whole "edible butt" concept.
For example, "broken legs shoved under a table" isn't quite what we're going for here:
And while you're at it, parents, maybe wait 'til your baby is a little older before dousing her lower half with self-tanner:
'Course, sometimes a butt cake is more than just a butt cake.:
Or, if you're lucky, sometimes it's a snaggle-toothed-monster-popping-through-a-sheet-cake-and-about-to-eat-a-rose cake:
And finally, for those of you who, like me, think the idea of ingesting a cake shaped like the poop-factory end of an infant is kind of disturbing, just remember:
Thanks to Maria S., Deidre P., Aubrey A., Anony M., Renee W., Roman S., & Debra for cracking us up today.