These extra silly Cupcake Girls have been tormenting me with their sugary sweetness all week. They'd be pretty mad if I were to take a little nibble off their heads, I suppose. And I suspect the culinary experience would be less than satisfying. No, these two gum-dropped goddesses are safe.
I had to bust out the glitter for this pair, much to Dylan's chagrin.
He's too tough for things like glitter. Yeah, right.
One cupcake is never enough, so naturally I had to make another. I don't know what flavor this one might be. Boysenberry perhaps.
All this talk of sweetness reminds me, I need to buy some candy corn before Friday arrives, with its promise of costumed beggar children. Actually, we've never lived somewhere where we've gotten trick-or-treaters. This is the first Halloween in this house, and the odds are against any nightime visitors, but my fingers are crossed.