You knew from the very start what kind of day it would be for Carl. You saw it in the way he was zoning out more, innocently, talking less, sucking on his bottom lip, absentmindedly rubbing his hair between his fingers. How he was a little more smiley, and a little less worried. He was regressing, and you just had to wait for your cue to begin caregiving. He always wanted you as his primary caregiver