Where has all the time gone?

This birthday came with a list of demands. Watching the television in the days leading up to the big day was fraught with danger as pretty much every advert prompted the response “I want that for my birfday”.

In the weeks before I was simply saying, “Well you must remember to put it on your list,”Knowing that his ability to recall information would let him down when it came to asking for anything beyond a dinosaur.

That in itself was proving to be a bit problematic as no matter how many times I went over the prehistoric timeline that ended in extinction for T-Rex and his pals Ben was still hopeful of me picking up an actual dinosaur during the weekly shop.

“Anyway,” I said, “You wouldn’t want a real dinosaur, he might eat you.” “I’m not scared,” came the reply, “I’d be brave and punch it on the nose.” This is the boy who gets jittery around puppies and is not that great around ants since he had a bad dream that one ate him. But give him a diplodocus and he would lay him flat by all accounts.

He also requested a dinosaur cake which I didn’t think would be a problem but how wrong was I!

None of the leading supermarkets, or any other shop stocked the Jurassic request so it was up to me to produce one.

A search on the net led me to YouTube and before I know it I was watching some American woman transform a Victoria sponge into a stegosaurus. Not only was I hooked, I was taking notes. The following day I showed Ben the plan to which he replied he wanted a Tyrannosaurus Rex. Brilliant. A slight adjustment to the template was required combined with a shed load of buttercream and the T-Rex cake was born. Next time I am taking him to the shops and telling him to point to his favourite.

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