Someone likes to pretend she’s asleep in the car when we get home.
Someone likes to be carried up to bed.
Someone thinks Dad can’t tell she’s faking.
Someone thinks she’s a pretty good faker.
But Dad knows.
He knows she gets heavier every time.
He knows any day now she won’t want to be carried anymore.
Dad plays along and carries her, heavy, up all those stairs.
Every step, he wonders if this is the last time he’ll get to carry his tiny girl.
She feels like she’s getting away with it.
He feels her getting away.