My not-so-little-anymore daughter is 6 whilst we're away, so I'm going to make her this carrot cake as her birthday/Easter cake. I won't tell her it has carrot in it - I am not foolish - and will decorate it with a surfeit of fluorescent chicks and fake bunnies to distract her from its vegetablely-ness.
Carrot cake keeps quite well, so it should last the car journey to Cornwall. I will hide it in the boot of the Volvo estate I bought today as part of my final descent in to middle age, which I fear will end with me moving to Tunbridge Wells and only buying trousers with elasticated waists*. It has a huge boot - big enough to hide a dead body in - so I am sure I will be able to squirrel away a tupperware cake box and her present of some extremely sparkly Lelli Kelly shoes (please, don't judge me) without her noticing. Happy Easter everyone.
* Quite a good idea, actually.