Jun'ette just had a birthday. She wanted a pink Hawaiian Angry Birds cake with Sno Balls but lost interest in the Hawaiian Angry Birds angle. I baked the cake, The birthday girl iced it, and Junior got in and dumped half a bottle of pink sugar in the middle when we weren't looking. Yes, that is, indeed, a Hostess Sno Ball, looking rather like an umbilical hernia. Food with a forty year shelf life always freaks me out. God help me, I'm waiting for them to grow an extra appendage from it.
Or, less worrisome, to cross dress while playing with fire.