Driving home in the dark after an evening
watching the kids’ theatre camp play,
my son says he’s going to fall asleep.

“Just hold on. We’re almost home,”I say,
“I can’t carry you in anymore.”

“Yeah, it’s just part of growing up,” he replies.

“I remember pretending to be asleep,
so I could get carried to bed,” my daughter adds.

“Those were the days,” sighs my son.

I grip my steering wheel and nod to the night.