Hers are perfection. Mine? Not so much. First of all, my cookie cutter was a little bigger than I thought. I had to double up the balls. What should be just a bite-sized bit of sweetness now needs a knife and fork. Ken made the mistake of shoving a whole one in his mouth. I expect him to recover completely from his sugar coma but still. "That's enough sugar for a month!" and coming from him. . . don't say I didn't warn you.
Behold, melly's cupcake pop:
Now I know there are those of you who may be ooohing and ahhhing over my little cupcake confection but go take a gander at hers. Go ahead. I'll wait. Sheer perfection. And anyone who can make a cupcake even cuter gets my vote.