Apparently they were out of stork cakes, or perhaps that belief is antiquated. Either way, Lisa (my brother’s lovely girlfriend and tiny Cobra co-creator) ended up with this tasty treat at her non-gender-specific (if the icing colours didn’t give it away) baby shower on Saturday.
Although I see the humour in something so graphic, I doubt some of the older generations had the same reaction, and I don’t think I’d want to eat anything out of the first quadrant of this cake. Still, it must have taken someone an awful lot of time and talent.
My mum sent me this photo, and it made me realize two things:
- I don’t ever want to witness child birth in real life, or cake form again.
- I am not the only person who puts lots of time and effort into things that may or may not result in some smiles and laughs.
*Titling this post gave me an idea for t-shirts for the parents-to-be. Now I need to do some research.
