
In our little cake cutting incident I did my best to control it, which never works, and it didn't. I was nice and fed it to him like I wanted it, in my mouth. But as I expected, and not because I didn't attempt to restrain his arm, I got cake up my nose...as you can see in the top right picture. Good thing this it's a blessing and not a curse to shove cake up the brides nose, cause it certainly took a second to get the icing out.

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