How Hubunit uses The Force

Last week, Monkey turned FIVE.  It’s been a big deal at our house for weeks now.  Oh, who am I kidding.  It’s been months.  The birthday WISH LIST started, oh, right after christmas last year.  It included things like a real alien.  A real robot.  And Jello Lightsabers. 

Now, last year, Hubunit set a very dangerous precedent.  Monkey got it in his head that he was going to get a space shuttle cake.  I don’t know where that idea came from, but once it took hold, it became fact in his little brain.  I searched every cake website I could find.  I called every bakery to no avail.  So Hubunit offhandedly suggested that we should make it.  Yeah, he’s lived with me for 19 years and yet, evidently, he has no idea who he’s married to. 

But make it, he did.  Surprisingly, I was absolutely no help.   We put sparkler candles coming out of the engines and it was a huge hit among the four year old crowd.

 This year, we were sure Monkey would want an R2D2 cake.  It’s his favorite Starwars character, he has about seven of them in various sizes and shapes and colors and still wants more, he has created his own R2D2 language which sounds a little like this:  poponeferteetee.  So I researched how to make an R2D2 cake and of course, Hubunit picked out the hardest one, the one that was standing upright and about life sized, when we broached the subject with Monkey.  That conversation went kinda like this:

Me:  Monkey, it’s your birthday next month.  Are you excited?   What kind of party do you want?

Monkey:  I’m SO excited!  I want a Starwars birthday party.  With Jello Lightsabers.

Me:  WTF?

Hubunit:  (with a knowing smile.  not smug.  no, no.)  What kind of cake do think you’re gonna get this year?  Remember, last year you got a space shuttle cake and that was pretty cool, huh?

Monkey:  Yeah.  This year I’m gonna get a Millenium Falcon cake.  And Jello Lightsabers.

Us:  Uh . . . Huh.  (looking at each other with eyes that were sceaming - oh, shit.)

Hubunit:  Really?  Millenium Falcon?  What about R2D2?  I bet that would be a really cool cake.  (admirably, he displayed none of his panic)

Monkey:  Nope.  Definitely a Millenium Falcon.  And it’s gonna be awesome!

Back to the drawing board.  Thankfully we had a toy millenium falcon for reference.  Oh, and thankfully, Hubunit has a degree in ARCHITECTURE from USC.

Damned if he didn’t do it again:

My contribution?  The electric knife.

And those Jello Lightsabers?  Yeah.  They didn’t happen because the company that I ordered the cookie mold from DIDN’T SHIP IT.  I choose to believe that those evil people at the cookie mold store are really agents for the DARK SIDE.  

In spite of those evil no-gooders trying to crush the rebellion, the party ROCKED.  There were about 25 yelling, screaming, jumping, playing, blowup lightsaber waving, young Jedi warriors all over the house.  It was happy. 

And the cake?  Yep.  It saved the Universe.