the blue ones please...

After yesterday afternoon's and this morning's medieval battles Victor asked to make some cakes at lunchtime. He's getting good at doing them now, he doesn't spill any egg when cracking them into the bowl (although he does crunch the shells on my work surface afterwards), and he makes a nice mixture. Today he specially wanted small cakes in blue cases with white icing. He's having a little snooze on the settee now and Gaa's watching the telly with his eyes closed.