It's the morning before we catch the long train back to the Maritimes. Alice and I are the only ones awake. I'm folding laundry to pack. Alice plays around the edges of my piles.
Me: (folding, not looking up) Boo.
Her tone changes. It's more urgent. Less playful.
Me: (matching her tone, still not looking up) Boo!
She skirts around my piles, stepping carefully until she's right in front of me, facing away. She plops perfectly in my lap, causing me to drop the socks I'm bunching. She replaces the socks with a book.