We had a gaggle of teenagers to our daughter’s party last night. As expected, they drank a lot (pop), ate a phenomenal amount for such tiny waisted beings and didn’t make nearly as much mess as expected. Some went home but four stayed over so here’s a shot of the five bears den.
And here’s the cake, described by my husband as ‘different’ but recognised by my daughter as candy mountain.
As you can tell, I’m not much of a baker.