Some cakes make you wonder what species of baby is being welcomed into the world:
"Extra, extra! Read all about it! Swamp Thing procreates!
Becomes spokesperson for cloth diapers!"
I think this is a monkey.
[German accent] "Wouldst you like to touch my monkey? Touch him! LOVE HIM!!"
And finally, we have our mutant flippered pig-child of perpetual worry:
Or maybe that's pain; it probably hurts to be skewered through the hand with a rose stem.
Kimberly L, Erin G., & Justin E., now is the time on Sprockets when we dance.
And from my other blog, Epbot: