Here we see the birthday boy and the golf cake! It has a fairway, a rough, a hole, a flag, and a ball. I got a ball out of my golf bag, washed it, and put a little antibacterial goo on it before plopping it in the green icing.
I cut the hole with a little round gizmo made for cooking eggs into little sandwich-ready hockey pucks. The rough is shredded coconut with green food coloring.
What other number golf ball can you have on your eighth birthday?
The M made me pose with my artwork.
After the "Happy Birthday" was sung and the candles were extinguished by a rapid and sudden increase in the oxygen-to-fuel mixture at their points of combustion, Jono either had a momentary migraine headache or an excitement-induced need to squeeze his head. In either case, it soon passed and we all ate delicious cake! Fore!