One night, we pooled my three years of fine arts in university with his seven years of graphic design training and sat down to create the mother of all fire trucks. It was a great deal of fun. We sat in our kitchen until much past our bed times and molded parts out of fondant. We dyed and rolled and pounded until we were satisfied. Our son, Holden, was satisfied too as was the other eager toddler boys at his party. By the time the celebration was over, we had received plenty of compliments as well as a request for a Thomas Train cake from my sister in law.
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