And I guess the question would be why? Not sure, other than I knew he would laugh when he opened the box, and he did. Loudly.
Then, we pulled the plastic torso out of the cake, and both took a long stare.
The Big Guy: That looks like a boob.
Me: An icing boob.
The Big Guy: A yellow icing boob.
We cut and ate a couple of pieces of the yellow icing boob.
The Big Guy: What’dya do with the woman’s torso.
Me: It’s in the dishwasher top rack.
The Big Guy: Okay, but when it comes out of there I think I’m going to go pound her into the neighbor‘s yard.
The Big Guy: Just because.
Me: Happy Birthday. Don’t do it when they’re home please.