For Father’s Day my mum had a lovely brunch for us (and by “us” I mean the man of the hour, aka “Dad”, Ellyn, Larry, Papa Sam, Brian, Carole, Lynne, Mark, Lauren, Becky, Jim, Curt, Al, Dean, Sarah, Olivia, Ethan, Aden, Jason and myself).  I decided to attempt cake pops again and I have to say they turned out pretty darn good.  Just ask Skipper, who managed to eat three (chocolate!) cake pops off the floor before anyone could stop him.  Props to my sister Lynne who actually fished a cake pop out of his mouth without losing a finger.

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