Frosting a train

Another Birthday for a small boy and this time I decided to tackle the dreaded train. I vaguely remember my Mum telling me never to attempt the train...but a girl never listens to her mother. Mum was right. It was a frosting nightmare. I had to pull out my whole bag of tricks; a crumb coat, a chill in the freezer, the palette knife in hot water, disguising mess ups with candy, the list goes on. The end result was great, but it took me many hours. Never mind, the look on Raf's face was worth all the effort. I like to think my cakes are edible Birthday cards to my kids. I am sure when they are adults they will remember every mistake I made as a parent, but I also hope that they will remember those cakes and how much love I frosted onto them.