KIVA (age 3): Carry me upstairs!
ME (age 43): You can walk upstairs yourself, Kiva.
KIVA (lifting her arms adorably): Pleeeeeeeeaaase?
ME (instantly giving in): Okay, okay...
DARCY: Uncle Keith is a sucker.
KIVA (punching me repeatedly in the arm as I carry her): Sucker, sucker, sucker, sucker...
