My son had been asking for a Thomas the Train cake for weeks, but I didn't want to make it. I knew he'd be asking where is Percy and Gordon and Diesel and James and every other stupid train that's on that stupid show and I didn't want to use 45 different colors of fondant and have to make a dozen little engines and I knew I'd miss one. Then he got this great idea for a Paw Patrol cake. (I shut that one down right away)
So, nice mom that I am, I googled a bunch of Cars cake pictures and convinced him that he wanted a cake with Lightning McQueen ("Li-a-queen" as the 3 year old calls it and he argues with me as to the correct pronunciation. He can actually say the real name, he just thinks it's wrong). It's a measly three colors - so much less work than a colorful little train engine (or 12). I patted myself on the back and went to work. I think he was still a little disappointed that it wasn't Thomas, but in the end, he liked the cake and wanted to watch the movie the next day.
Here's the idea I knocked off from someone...
It was a fun party and he was a little mad when he ate the front of the car because he couldn't pretend to drive it any more. I didn't feel bad for him. I was sad that he destroyed my car.
His sister made him a 3D paper car with a sock monkey driver. We were all impressed.
Happy Birthday, little guy! Welcome to 3.