Emma turned six last weekend, and I think if you asked her she'd say she had a pretty fun birthday. One Saturday we spent the day at Paradise Park, along with two of her friends. Sunday we brought her cake and presents to a pizza restaurant that she likes and celebrated there, along with Steve's dad and his wife.For her cake, she wanted a simple pink heart, which was absolutely fine with me. After I iced the cake, she asked me to get out all our sprinkles and said she wanted to be completely in charge of putting the sprinkles on the cake. I remembered the inch deep layer of sprinkles on last year's cake, but of course it was her birthday and if she wanted a little cake with her sprinkles, so be it.First she started to put the sprinkles just around the edges, which I thought looked cute and seemed like a perfect amount of sprinkles. I said, "Hey, that looks great!" and started to put the cake up on the stove away from little hands. She immediately stopped me, saying, "I'm not even close to being finished!" And let me tell you, she was not kidding.