My puppy-dog eyes


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.

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