The kids and I were goofing around this morning as I (in my pretend boo-hoo voice) cried that no one had made me a cake for my birthday yesterday.

Number three bolted into action, so as not to leave mom "upset". This is what he made...

Lightly toasted wheat bread with peanut butter ever-so-carefully globbed on the sides, cake sprinkles and white sugar dumped in the center, and decoratively topped with a stale marshmallow.



Do you think I ate it?