Celeste (9) stands in front of me with her arms open wide.
Me: Oh, baby, I’m too tired to carry you upstairs.
Celeste: But you carried Gavin all day, and you didn’t carry me once.
Me: Gavin’s half your size!
She stares at me with puppy-dog eyes.
Me: Oh, all right.
Celeste, once she’s in my arms: Yes! I knew it would work.
Me: You knew what would work?
Celeste: My puppy-dog eyes.
Yup. I’m in trouble.
