Maia was a sad, sick puppy this past weekend. She had a stomach bug and didn't eat a thing except a measly half piece of toast on Sunday. There was nothing wrong with her imagination, however. She asked if we could make a cake when she was better. A "banana bread cake with icing and sprinkles and candles so we can sing happy birthday!"
So, yes, we made banana bread, baked in a cake pan, and slathered it with cream cheese frosting. Maia added the sprinkles and the toothpick candles (we were out of real ones). And we sang happy birthday to everyone in the world.
So if it was your birthday yesterday, you were celebrated in our house. And if it wasn't, well, you were celebrated too. We ate cake on your behalf.