Simon was asleep when Joey got back behind the wheel. Before starting the car, Joey spent a couple of moments looking at the innocent cherubic face of his nephew. ??You??ve had a big day, Champ,?? Joey whispered, stroking a lock of Simon??s hair from his forehead.
By the time Joey had parked the car at his place, Simon was stirring. ??Where are we??? he said after a jaw splitting yawn.
??Home.?? Joey unclipped Simon??s seatbelt before undoing his own.
??Wish you didn??t live on the third floor,?? Simon complained after he??d climbed two flights of stairs.
??Sorry, Champ.??
??Don??t suppose you??d carry me,?? Simon said, treating Joey to his most imploring look.