I'm Not One Of Those Mothers

You know those mothers that make amazing, professional looking cakes for their children on their birthdays?

I'm not one of those mothers.

I try, but no one will ever mistake my cake for a professional.

When Mark was 6, he wanted a Lego cake.  Blue.

I think Ole Kirk Christiansen rolled over in his grave (the Lego creator, I googled it).

Also, no Lego bricks are pastel blue but I think too much food coloring tastes revolting and taste is king around here.

When Mark turned seven, he wanted another Lego cake.

When he turned seven-and-a-half, he wanted another lego cake.

I don't know if he's hoping I get it right sometime:

Or he thinks they're so great he can never get enough:

Either way, I'll keep making what he wants, as ugly as the cakes end up being.

Because he's my boy.