octopus vs. dolphins
I spent hours making the octopus parts. I spent hours thinking about all the angles of support so the legs would stay in and not tear through the cake. I spent hours playing with my children just so I could avoid working on the octopus. And I worried. My stomach is still sick inside from the anxiety. Late last night, long after midnight...I realized I couldn't risk it. What if something bad happened? What if the cake imploded when I tried to put the octopus on the top layer? What if that implosion set off a cataclysmic chain of events that led to the eventual disappearance of Asia? Then he wouldn't have a lame cake....he would have NO CAKE. And everything would be ruined. And my husband would be the favorite parent indefinitely. Nope, couldn't risk it.
PS: I just had to add -- He has very odd birthday cake requests. A few weeks ago he was set on a dinosaur party and wanted a 3D dinosaur cake holding a pencil. I'm not kidding. Luckily, he changed his mind and decided on a fish cake, but there had to be a "fish thinking about Wesley." Just now from the other room, I heard him giggling and saying, "I always WANTED a cake with a fish thinking about Wesley." Ahhh, sigh.... I think the lack of octopus crisis has been averted.