Many of you have asked if poor old Dad ended up getting his own cake or not. I’m happy to report that YES he did, although it was decorated with pink and purple!
No, that’s not a spelling mistake – it’s a long time joke between Dad and the girls. When we lived in Boston Bar, there was a place called ‘The Bad Dad Ranch’, and the girls got such a kick out of it, that they’ve called him their ‘Bad Dad’ ever since.
The cake was delicious! The middle was filled with chocolate pudding – out of necessity, I think, as they had over indulged in icing and ran out! 
I’m looking at the spikes around the outside and wondering if that is the collar from the wife?