A month or so ago, Charlie used to climb the stairs to our apartment all by himself. (With me hovering behind making sure he didn’t fall backwards.) But recently he’s been asking to be carried. I can’t say that I blame him. It’s a steep two flights.
Usually he sits on the first step with his arms up.
And I say, in my fake exasperated voice, “You want me to hold you?”
“Yeah-ss!” he says.
And off we go.
But a few days ago, when he held his arms up, he said, “Hode you.”
It took me a minute, but I finally got it. Then I carried him up the stairs.
