My beautiful boy turned 7 yesterday and he had a party straight after school with his classmates & some others at the local park. It was a lovely sunny afternoon with about 25 or more children running around, playing in the park, blowing bubbles and eating way too many lollies from the faulty pinata that fell to the ground and was clubbed to death. The cake was yet once again another masterpiece made entirely by my husband, who I would have to say is extremely cake proud & tries to up the anti each year. This year he surprised our son with a Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory (Roald Dahl) cake, he even made a faux Wonka Bar with golden ticket inside!! Crazy stuff but very well appreciated. 7 is a great age. I remember being 7 & telling my Grandmother that I wanted to stay that age forever...sometimes I believe I have..well, I'm sure my inner child is 7.