I always try to bake and frost a cake whenever family birthdays roll around. Birthday cakes are always so happily received so I don't mind the time it takes to produce them. As my little girl has gotten older she's always buzzing around me in our teensy tiny kitchen, wanting to lend a small but messy hand to my culinary endeavors. Especially around cake baking time.
So recently, when her daddy's birthday came around, she begged and begged to help with his birthday cake and I thought, why not? My plan was simple. Divide the cake batter into three smaller pans, thereby ending up with two cakes for me to stack and frost and one small cake for my daughter to frost all by herself. That way, I reasoned, my little girl could have fun and we would still have a decent looking birthday cake (mine) to celebrate with. Little did I expect that my cake effort would pale in comparison to my little girl's cake!