Welcome Home, Daddy.

When Daddy had to go on a business trip right after I started staying home, we baked him a "welcome home" cake.

Gage thinks that a cake can NEVER have too many sprinkles.
{Daddy disagrees...}

(Gage, you are six, and so inquisitive in the kitchen. I hope this lasts and lasts. For the future: it's wonderful to be with someone who cooks, so pay attention, baby.)