petatokala
Her cake was complete, the one thing that needed to be done was the icing. It was to be chocolatey, heavenly goodness; full of those melting properties that icing was so prone to having.
Then she discovered one naughty 5 year old, face covered in sugary gore.
She sighed, wooden spoon resting in her hand against her hip. How could she say no to a face like that?