At one of our recent weddings we noticed that the cake seemed to be perched a bit precariously on the table. This was ok when the table was safely tucked away in a corner.
Once the table was moved to the middle of the dance floor ready for the cake cutting and a dozen hyperactive and very wired children started to run round it me and Boofuls just stood in a corner holding our breath, camera at the ready, watching and waiting.
About ten seconds after this photo was taken a horrified looking mother rushed across the room and dragged him away.
There was an audible rush of air as everyone in the room took a breath of relief. Spoilsport.