My little short guy turned 7 last Friday. I think a week to process this fact in my blown little mind (mah bay-bee is alll grown upppppp!!! *sniff*) is sufficient enough time to embrace it and become resigned to the fact that this really does happen to kids and someday he will sprout his little birdy wings and fly the nest and have the audacity to bring home some girl and tell me he is going to marry her. The very idea!
So, this is what 7 years old looks like at his bowling party:
And THIS is what birthday cake looks like after it’s served to kids:
Why do they do this? And my son is the world’s worst about it. I mean, I know the frosting is the best part, but I told my husband we could get off way cheaper just buying the kids individual tubs of cake frosting and handing them a spoon. Would that be so bad?