Shortly before visiting Xander, my favourite person in the whole world, in London this summer,
I spoke to him on the phone and I was like: "Hey Xander, what's up?" And the little freshly four year old says to me: "I know what kind of cake I want you to make me". I was unaware I was making him a cake, but who am I to deny him?
I am proud of their likenesses to the cartoons... but I don't think he noticed the rich and creamy chocolate ganache that coated the thing.. It doesn't look all that pretty.. but he liked it, and that's what matters... I guess..
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