Remember Dolly Parton’s song, Coat of Many Colors?

Well, our 14-year old daughter decorated cakes this weekend, and I opened my refrigerator on Halloween to this sight:

Well, what do you think they look like? Especially that one in the middle, yikes!

I called Eric over.

“What the heck do you think that is?” I asked.

“That’s a cake with 12 penises,” he said.

“That’s what I thought.  Cake of Many Penises.  Like the song.”

“I’ve never heard that song.”

Eric obviously has led a sheltered life.  I snapped a photo.

“Is that picture for your Mother of the Year application package?” he asked.

I ignored him.  Duh, of course it was.  I’m a total shoo-in.

I called Susanne.

“What are those things on top of your cake, hon?” I asked, pointing to the sagging brown mounds of icing.

“Haunted trees in a haunted forest.  You know, like with no leaves.”

“They look like haunted penises,” Eric piped in.

“NO!” Suz said.  Her face turned crimson.

“Did you see Susanne’s penis cake?” her 16-year old brother Clark asked, as he walked through the kitchen.

“STOP!” Suz cried, but now she was doubled over, sides shaking, hands over her face with a smile peeking out each side.

“OMG, Susanne, you’re like an erotic cake decorator,” Clark’s friend Ying Ying said.

Yeah.  We’re so proud. Either she’s a very talented sculptor…or not.

She offered to pay me not to post this picture.  I absolutely draw the line at taking payola from my kids.  I have standards, you know.

Ciao,

Pamelot

p.s. Clark’s girlfriend Allie also had a cake in the ‘frig.

Clearly a pumpkin patch.

Maybe I could swap out daughters?

Nah.

That Susanne’s pretty darn cute. 🙂

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