Pink. And then some more pink.

On Saturday, N8tr0n went to a 12 hour movie marathon which, in case you were wondering, sounds something akin to purgatory to me. N8tr0n, however, loved it. I knew that with what was essentially another weekday ahead of us, I would need to come up with something stellar to pass the time that Z-cakes and I had together. Enter: Z-cakes' current obsession, Pinkalicious.

On the off chance that you do not have a two year old girl in your home and you have not read Pinkalicious 25 times in the last three days, let me give you a brief synopsis of this delicious book.

A little girl and her mother decide to make pink cupcakes. The little girl eats so many cupcakes that she turns pink! After a trip to the doctor in which she learns that the only way to return to her normal color is to eat green vegetables, she sneaks one more cupcake. The next morning she wakes up red! She decides she wants to go back to her regular color and eats tons of green veggies in order to do so. She returns to her beautiful self and learns a valuable lesson.

The story then begins again almost immediately. You may recall my use of the word "obsession."

Making Pinkalicious cupcakes on a Saturday is serious business my friends. Aprons must be donned. The kitchen must be prepped. The mantra "ready! mommy! cupcakes!" must be recited for at least three minutes straight. Friends must be invited over to take pictures and supply more sprinkles. (Thank you Rachel.) And the resident Expert on Pink, must be available to pour all of the ingredients into the mixer and turn it on "BY SELF."

We got creative and put actual strawberries in half of the cupcakes and Z-cakes tested the batter using a little trick called, licking the side of the bowl.

There was a brief pause in the action while the cupcakes baked and Z-cakes napped. After that came the hard part, for we all know what gives cupcakes their charm: frosting + sprinkles. We chatted and frosted, frosted and chatted. Mostly girl talk: hopping, monkeys jumping on beds, and grocery stores.

Z-cakes admitted frosting defeat when she stabbed her spreader into her third cupcake. No worries though, sprinkles were more her forte.

The girl exhibited the focus of a seasoned pastry chef. She adorned three entire cupcakes before she decided to just go ahead and eat the sprinkles straight out of the bowl.

Finally it was time to eat. Z-cakes dove right in. That girl knows how to enjoy her cake. When I asked her if she thought she might turn pink too, she looked concerned.

But not concerned enough to not eat two more cupcakes. And some sprinkles.