I'm always fascinated by the breakdown in communication that can occur when you order a cake. I love figuring out what went wrong just by looking at the cake; it beats any crossword puzzle or word jumble.
Other times there's a severe misunderstanding from the get-go:
Sometimes you specifically ask for little plastic "Happy Birthday sticks" stuck in your order of cupcakes:
Other times you're just not specific enough:
And sometimes, on wonderful, rare occasions, you get an amazingly talented baker. A baker with mad piping skills, a steady hand, and perfect spelling. A baker who, incidentally, is also a little hard of hearing. So, when you get this baker, and you want to order a giant Gerber daisy on your cake, just be sure you enunciate really, really well.
(Yes, really. Scout's honor.)