There are a few things that I feel, as a mother, it is my duty to at least attempt, a birthday cake is one of them. I didn’t try to be too ambitious, I was aiming for a simple sponge with green icing, at Wrigglebot’s request. Squirm was in bed so Wrigglebot and I got started, he ‘helps’, actually he is probably better at cooking than me, I should have just left it for him to do but again I felt it was my duty so with the trusty PWMU cook book by my side I began separating my eggs then beating them. Here I ran into some difficulty, nothing was happening, there were no stiff peaks, so I did what I always do and called Dad.

‘Hey Dad does there have to be completely no yoke to beat the whites stiff?’

‘Start again.’ He instructed simply before reminding me not to throw out the wasted eggs because they could be used for something else. My family is extremely thrifty, we never waste, not even egg whites that look like a watery cappuccino. So I began again and it seemed to work.

Here is what I ended up with. I know it isn’t a work of art, it kind of collapsed, I don’t know why, but I’m planning on telling people Wrigglebot made it by himself.                                                        

I was thinking of making it into a racing track but was so disillusioned I called it a day.

Here Wrigglebot is finishing up. I tried to get him to smile for the photo but he informed me that he was too busy working.

Squirm ended up supervising. Can you really blame her for eating playdough when it looks uncannily like the cake I made?

So Amy if you need help with the cake, I’m more than willing to lend a hand, as you can see I do have quite a special touch. On second thoughts maybe I could just send Wrigglebot over to help you.

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