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Last year Elmo made a surprise appearance at Henry's birthday party, then we cut him up and ate him.

Yesterday, the party was stormed by a crocodile!

Brave soul that he is, Henry tackled the wee beastie and subdued the bugger, before carving him up and offering his delicious - and strangely banana-flavoured - flesh to all and sundry.

Video at twelve!

Comments

Roddy said…
He didn't look all that scary from where I stood.
Perhaps the banana flavour came from all the monkeys he possibly ate, do you think?
Sue said…
What can't the talented Jen do? I am in awe!!!
I have been known to buy cakes and pop them on a paper plate with glad wrap and pretend I made them for the cake stall at school!!! hehehe
jen said…
No, not me. This is Kris' handiwork. It looked great!
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, now I feel slighted. That's my work there!

BAH!
Kris McCracken said…
Jen, well, you did assist in the problem with the head.
yamini said…
The cake looks awesome Kris and you are one talented man who knows it all. I am really impressed.
I am sure Henry must have enjoyed his day at the table.
Luv to him and Ezra.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, and there is a video too!
Unknown said…
Wow! Brilliant! I want a slice!
Kris McCracken said…
Uncertainhorizon, it passed the three-year-old's identification test, and that is what I was aiming for!
Sue said…
Indeed!!! Now I am REALLY in awe!!!
Sorry Kris for assuming that it was only a female that could make such a glorious work of art! I dips me lid to you!

And I still think you are extremely talented Jen.
Kris McCracken said…
I'm the cook in our household. Jen is the knitter and breastfeeder.
yamini said…
I forgot to ask. What did u use to make the eyes and teeth of the croc cake?
Jackie said…
That is just the best cake!
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, the eyes are marshmallows, with the ends of black jelly beans for pupils.

The teeth are quartered white jelly beans. The claws halved black jelly beans and the spikes on the back are trimmed spearmint leaves (lollies, not the real thing).
Kris McCracken said…
Jackie, the best? I'm not sure.

Better than my Elmo cake last year though!
yamini said…
You are a GENIUS!!!!!

I guessed marshmallows but wasnt sure about other ""body parts"",
;-)
Kris McCracken said…
Jelly beans are versatile things.

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