Hee hee the cake game is great, until you get the pink icing mixed up with the yellow filling, and you put love hearts on top instead of jelly sweets, then it becomes the BAD BAD game, the enemy, (panic....clealy since my last game 10 minutes ago I must have developed UMN damage and cant put things in correct orders), so said game gets flung across the room ( only to be picked up to try again). If the kids knew the secret hell their DS goes through while they are asleep.Seriously I like you have got young childen ( I read most peoples posts evey few days), and it is hell this BFS journey. I worked as an immunologist and thought nothing of handling such awful things as Cholea toxin, salmonella, Herpes viuses, methanol, radiation, and even watching experiments on the prions causing vCJD. My husband worked in hospital on the Anthax cases in Scottish heroin addicts in 2009 ( *beep* what is this we have isolated from this wound kind of work). That was all nothing compared to this anxiety of BFS......aaah getting a wobble....where is the cake game and the water pistol....Helen x