Purple Hair and Birthday Cake

I finally found the camera cord.  It was being used to tie Barbie to the train tracks so that Thomas the Tank Engine could make her talk.  It’s that kind of household around here.

Here at last are pictures of the only birthday cake I’ve ever made that wasn’t a disaster:

#4 begged for the pet name her siblings call her (Mei-Mei) instead of her real name to go on her cake.  It confirms my theory that you can call children anything you like, but they will ultimately name themselves.

Isn’t the inside pretty?  It tasted good, too.  And just for fun, here’s a picture of me with the purple hair.  The neighborhood kids have started begging their parents for the same look.  “But Mrs Frech has it….”  Hee-hee