When two o’clock rolled around, Kasey didn’t want to pack up to go. “Your mother will be here any minute,” Evan told her, gathering her coloring books and crayons and shoving them into her Sesame Street bookbag. “Come on, Kasey. Don’t make me beg.”
“Beg, Daddy!” she shrieked, running through the living room as Charlie chased after her. “Charlie! No, I don’t want to get ready to go. I don’t want to!”
Charlie swept her up into his arms and spun her around upside down, laughing at her giggles. “Charlie, stop it,” Evan admonished. “You’re getting her all worked up.”
As he set her on her feet again, Kasey shook her head stubbornly. “He’s not, Daddy. I’m not worked up. Do it again, Charlie.”
Charlie shook his head. “Your daddy said no.”
Evan sighed as Kasey tried to cajole Charlie into pick
