and we gave him his own plate of cake to see where he could go with it. this is almost at the height of the mess, except there is less cake on his sippy cup here. he sat intensely ramming cake into his mouth, nose, and even on the side of his head for 20 minutes or so. since poops was enjoying his cake so much, he insisted that i try some. he also insisted that i have it smeared on my face, too, and who was i to argue with the birthday boy?