Here is how the afternoons have been going: I walk in the door, and The Boy is waiting for me at the top of the stairs. He smiles and waves and palya as I take my shoes off and Purell my hands, then he moves to the side as I open the gate. I take my jacket off and give copious kisses and hugs to my family as I do the jacket thing.
I say to him, "Where do you want to go?" he points emphatically down the hall. At the end of the hall, I ask again, and he points at the bed in our room, usually with some sort of vocalization involved. I take him inside and, with a dramtic wind-up and countdown, toss him onto the bed and Babyquake him. He crawls away and gets the Tivo remote and emphatically puts it in my hand and points at the television until I turn it on. He then sticks his thumb in his mouth and rests on my shoulder.
My thought process always goes like this: I'll wait until he's asleep, then I'll go do work.
I'm out a short while later. Mommy joins us and has the same thing happen to her.
Best. Afternoon. Ever.