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.