The girls and I made a cake for Max’s birthday, and Maddy, who has a sweet tooth even bigger than mine, took every opportunity to swipe at it so there were a few finger marks on the side when we presented it to Max (if you look closely at the “before” photo you can see them). So I suppose it should not have been a surprise that the next morning, the day after our celebration, Max went into the kitchen and found the cake, semi-wrapped in plastic, halfway off the edge of the counter (instead of neatly wrapped up against the wall where it was the evening before), and the dog rapidly cleaning some fairly large crumbs off the floor. Maddy was with him and decided that Wrigley, our short, ten year old, arthritic dog, must have gotten into the cake, and they ran upstairs to tell me about it. Despite Maddy’s clean hands I knew she was the likely culprit and after a few questions we were able to get her to confess. Later that day we found a bathroom towel covered in cake and frosting which further confirmed that Wrigley was not to blame (I wish our dog was that neat!) and Maddy shared with us her motivation - she had dreamt about the cake, wanted some, so went downstairs to help herself. Life is so simple when you are 3! 
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