When we came back to the tent, we were encouraged to cut the cake. It wasn't supposed to happen yet, but we went with it anyway. I knew what I was in for. I didn't even bother to tell Philip not to smash cake in my face because I knew it would be futile. Besides, I think cake face photos are adorable, and I don't think it would be very "us" to play nice during the cake cutting!
Yep. He smeared it all over my face. I had to have my mom help me get the cake off my face. He didn't get smeared nearly as badly because he has much longer arms than I do. So, he pulled away from my hand but could still reach my face! Turd! But, I do love these photos. Especially the last one. He's rotten, but he still gets a kiss (while he continues smearing cake all over my face!).
Photos courtesy of Howie Hartman of Double H Media.
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We arrive in Pennsylvania
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