DH was mopping the floor of the front hall. SS13 came down the stairs, and asked what he was doing.
DH: I'm mopping the floor.
SS: I was gonna do laundry.
DH: Be careful, the floor is wet.
SS: Carry me?

SS lifted his arms like a baby wanting out of its crib. DH set the mop down, picked SS up by the armpits, and carried him the eight feet to the basement doorway.

Last year before DH and I married, I finally put my foot down about DH lifting him into the seats of shopping carts.