All she wanted was a farm cake. Easy enough, or so I thought. After a trip to Wal-Mart, ordering a cake and then getting it home, I finally opened it.
The cake was cute, there was a small barn, a fence and pond with a horse. There was a cute little pig, a cow eating some grass and a farmer.
Mr. Farmer man... well he was scary.
Yes, that's right, he's holding a shotgun and either a lead pipe or a whip. He is also smoking. At first it was kind of funny, but really, is this the message I want to send my child.
I'm still trying to find the words to describe why this bothers me so much.
On a positive note, her birthday was perfect. Her favorite part, this ribbon.
She has played with this ribbon for hours. It has been stretched, stuck to her sisters forehead and each barbie has worn it also.
And my favorite part is now, she's curled up next to me, fast asleep.