Will your daughter want to eat Bartholomew though?
When I was very small, I never wanted to eat my chocolate bunnies because, well, they were bunnies. Eventually, though, my parents wouldn't be able to resist temptation anymore and I'd discover that my bunnies no longer had heads!:o)
Cheryl, I was going to breezily reply that my kids are 15 and 9, so there wouldn't be any problem at all. But when we actually cut into the cake both kids were a bit bothered by it. Part of the problem is that we're slicing from the bum end, so the lamb's cute little face is still there. My husband calling out "Ouch!" in a high squeaky voice when I cut the cake doesn't help either. Older Daughter says this is one more reason why we should have bought the castle mold and made a castle cake instead ...
My dad gave me a chocolate bunny when I was maybe about 9, and I kept it for years because I couldn't bring myself to eat it. Eventually the chocolate got kind of funky looking and it broke into pieces from being knocked off my shelf too many times...which I'm sure hurt the bunny's feelings more than me eating him would've.
Dad gave me another chocolate bunny this year. I'm going to eat it, really, I will, but I'm just gathering the strength.
Wow, great-looking cake!
ReplyDeleteWill your daughter want to eat Bartholomew though?
When I was very small, I never wanted to eat my chocolate bunnies because, well, they were bunnies. Eventually, though, my parents wouldn't be able to resist temptation anymore and I'd discover that my bunnies no longer had heads!:o)
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Cheryl, I was going to breezily reply that my kids are 15 and 9, so there wouldn't be any problem at all. But when we actually cut into the cake both kids were a bit bothered by it. Part of the problem is that we're slicing from the bum end, so the lamb's cute little face is still there. My husband calling out "Ouch!" in a high squeaky voice when I cut the cake doesn't help either. Older Daughter says this is one more reason why we should have bought the castle mold and made a castle cake instead ...
ReplyDeleteMy dad gave me a chocolate bunny when I was maybe about 9, and I kept it for years because I couldn't bring myself to eat it. Eventually the chocolate got kind of funky looking and it broke into pieces from being knocked off my shelf too many times...which I'm sure hurt the bunny's feelings more than me eating him would've.
ReplyDeleteDad gave me another chocolate bunny this year. I'm going to eat it, really, I will, but I'm just gathering the strength.