There's a Moral in Here Somewhere...

Attempt #1:

"This is hideous. And why is there a giant blank space?"

"That's where you put a 'Happy Birthday' candle!"

"So it'll read, 'Happy Birthday 1st Theodore?!'"

"Is that a problem?"

Attempt #2:

"Ok, the inscription is fixed, but where'd all the decorations go?"

"Decorations?"

Attempt #3:

(AKA when the manager-who-used-to-be-a-baker steps in to "fix" everything.)

"THANK YOU. Was that really so har...wait a second.

"'Theardare?'"

Thanks to Sam and her dad for documenting what must have been the most frustrating bakery pick-up EVER. (And for the record, they just brought the last one home. Because the third time's the charm - or when you remember little Theodore can't read yet anyway.

Start Talking, Mister

Don't you hate it when people trail off mid

And now the world may never know.

But on the plus side, the dress code is more casual.

(It was supposed to read pension. Making the baker a poet who didn't have any idea what was going on here.)

I'm going to make you find the problem with this next cake on your own. I won't tell you "why."

Although really, I don't see why Alex would need a whole book. Just get the man a Sharpie already! DONE.

[Insert link of relevance here.]

[You're welcome.]

Ever notice how the word "lives" sounds like the name "Liz?"

No?

Oh.

Then never mind.

Btw, have you seen the cake for this week's church social?

Liz, you have some SERIOUS 'splaining to do.

This is a "cookie bouquet" birth announcement, so I think I speak for us all when I say:

WELL I WOULD HOPE SO.

Thanks to Jamie C., Jennie C., Jessica W., Amy R., & Natasha N., who thinks we need more Target bags over here, stat.