| Hello All!
Since my post with the clown cake was well received, and because I am
so incredibly stressed out preparing for my seminary final exam
tomorrow to write anything meaningful, I though I'd include another
post involving humorous cake.
The setting, the birth of my brother's first child
The subject, a welcome home cake.
Before my brother Scott had kids, he and his wife moved out of their
apartment and into their idyllic house in the suburbs. Across the
street was a young boy (7-9ish, if I recall, which I actually don't,)
who for some reason didn't have a dad around to do stuff with. To cut
to the chase, this boy sort of adopted my brother. The boy would
seemingly come over every day; Scott even ended up as this boy's little
league coach.
Fast forward in time; my brother and sister-in-law have their first
child which they name Conor. Note the slightly unusual
spelling.
Well the very-appreciative mom of the boy brings over a welcome home cake for the child.
This is a photo of the cake:
So my best guess is that they thought my brother named his son Colin, but had an unusual spelling.
My favorite part is how the C in colon looks like a little colon.
That is a special touch from our friends at the Giant Eagle bakery for
sure.
(My second favorite part is how my brother could not stop riotously
laughing and I certainly wonder if the mom laughed too or just sort of smiled
and felt really awkward.)
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