When Kate was little her friends all called her Baby Cake because that was easier for them to either say or remember.
Coincidentally, Kate really loves cake.
Kate has inherited both my unnatural good looks, my disarming sense of humor, and my enormous sweet tooth.
Whenever she goes to a birthday party her number one concern is whether or not cake will be served. She’ll start asking about it days before the party.
Imagining her in this glorious scenario is not difficult.