Vacationing in California. Hiking the hill to the cross. Claire moans and groans up the trail.
"Claire, do you need me to carry you?"
"No. [grunt and cry] I do it!"
I carry her on my shoulders down the hill.
"Wow," I say. "Daddy's going fast."
She thinks I'm sad he's going faster than me. She pats my head, "You're going fast too, mommy."
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