Boy Two held his sixth birthday party yesterday - an elaborate affair with dinosaurs and a pinata. There was, of course, a cake.
Prevously we'd set out to choose the cake - T-Rex, Bart Simpson, football. The choices were endless.
As we pulled into the supermarket car park he asked: "Can I have a gun cake?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know. In the shape of a gun and with bullets made from icing."
Of course, can't think why they hadn't thought of it already.
In the end, you'll be pleased to know, B2 and his little pals all tucked into a chocolate caterpillar.