Every year, I make my son a birthday cake based on whatever he's obsessed with at the time.
Well, he turned 4 today, and this year's obsession is those wonderfully hideous Fuggler stuffed animals.
He wanted a Fuggler cake. Easy enough, right?
I went into this with a vision, confidence, and absolutely no qualifications.
Somewhere along the way, his adorable little monster turned into something that looks like it survived a house fire, underwent reconstructive surgery, and was frosted by a legally blind raccoon.
The teeth are there. The colors are close. The love is definitely there. The talent? Questionable.
Anyway, this is his birthday cake for tonight. I'm just hoping he's too excited about turning 4 to notice that Daddy created a new species....
Expectation on the left. Crime against baking on the right. 🤷♂️🤷♂️ I tried 😅😅