Most days, I struggle to get and keep Maggie dressed.  On Saturday, I told her we were going to a birthday party, which she associates with cake.  She sat down, got dressed, put on her boots, then said, I need this coat, put on her little biker vest, took her daddy’s hat and walked around telling me, “I need cake.”  It’s time to go mommy, it’s time to go,  I have my poncho, let’s go.  I kept telling her daddy was still blowing snow, but she said, daddy, it’s time to go.  Let’s go.  It was so darn cute!  That girl will do anything for cake.