As is the tradition, I make their birthday cakes. They've been promised a birthday cake each with smarties on top until they make 18 or they tell me to stop.
I love this little tradition.
Here's this year's efforts.
The marshmallow on top is the smoke that the fire trucks are heading towards.
On the not so good, my food processor packed in when I was making the first cake, but the hand beaters fixed that.
Now I must get these over to Blarney's on the way to the airport. Off for a weekend away with friends.