Mr. Boy wanted a "Harry Potter" birthday complete with a broomstick cake. We've spent the lazy summer twilight hours watching Cake Boss, Cupcake Wars, and Ace of Cakes. I had the genius idea to make a broomstick out of a Twix bar and some melted Starburst. In my head it looked like one of those cakes you see on TV. Once I actually executed my broomstick, I started to panic. The cake was falling apart and I just added my "pièce de résistance" and it looked rather phallic, if you know what I mean. *wink*
Mr. Man came in and tried to rescue it, but nothing could save it except for a trip to the bakery for a replacement.
Whimsic Alley to be fitted for a wand. The wandmaker insisted he also needed glasses. We mortgaged the house and succumbed to the pressure to outfit our Jr. Harry Potter.
At 9:01pm, the exact moment he turned eight, we had cake and opened presents.
And what did Mr. Birthday Boy get? Harry Potter Legos of course!