Sana the butter cream off her finger wanting a taste. Nodding her head, she hands the piping bag to Momo. Hovering over her daughter, she assists the little chef.

“Slowly and squeeze here okay,” Sana informs.

With her little hands, Momo squeezes the bottom of the piping bag and the sweet cream slowly gushes. Sana smiles as she helps squeeze the top, giving the bag a little pressure.

Shouting with excitement, Momo jumps and squeals nearly hitting her mommy's chin.

“Good job,” Sana greets. Letting go to grab a knife, Sana checks the time since her wife won’t be home yet. Turning around to cut open the bottle of sprinkles, Sana anxiously beams. She can’t wait to celebrate with her wife and daughter.

Momo begins to decorate the cake by herself. Fascinated with the way the cream gushes out, she takes the entire bag from the top and squeezes hard. The entire cream gushes out quicker than the first round and all over the cake.

“Ehhhhh,” her daughter says and tries to correct the frosting with her finger. Poking and smothering the cake, Momo stops and her fingers. 

“Mommy,” she says and takes her finger out of the cake, wanting to share the cream.

“Ah,” Sana says and breaks out in laughter before wiping her daughters hand.

Putting the bottle of sprinkles on the side, Sana stares at the cake, thinking how she’ll fix it.

“Good job,” she hesitantly says then folds her lips. Deciding to leave the cake as is, she hovers over Momo again and pinch