My little guy loves that crazy and strangely articulate blue monster Grover. I myself am a big fan of his wubba, wubba, wubba song. We both enjoy his dry sense of humour; it reminds us of Dada. For one of his many birthday parties my dad insisted he have a Grover cake. Of course my dad just makes these decrees and delegates them to my awesome aunt, who wasn’t about to phone in any old Grover cake. She found the most incredible baker at Cakesterpiece who made a stunning replica of sweet Grover in cake form. I don’t know how she managed to create icing fur in the perfect shade of Grover blue, but she did. Grover was delicious. Lucky boy!
