I walked in the door around 8:20 tonight, and I was met by The Boy. "Daddy, here's your cape. We're playing superheroes. Let's go fly!" I introduced myself to the babysitter, who was helping Grandpa with the boys. At that moment, Little Bear woke up and started shouting from upstairs. I went upstairs to kiss him goodnight, and he flipped out. He wanted to come and play! He cried when I put him back to bed, and a couple of songs soothed his nerves. The Boy took down the gate and joined us for a little while.
When Little Bear went to sleep, I went downstairs and said hello to my wife, who just got home at that moment. The Boy and I then played superheroes for a little while, and he started to tucker out. "I don't want to go to bed, Daddy!" I carried him upstairs, and he did potty and teeth. We negotiated the terms of bed - one story, one short video of "The Night Kitchen" by Maurice Sendak - and climbed into bed together. I read him a Tory from a Disney collection, "Shadow Games" starring Woody from Toy Story. Midway through, Little Bear woke up and freaked out, so The Baby joined us to listen to the rest of the story.
The Wife picked the baby up once Little Bear settled. The Boy and I watched Night Kitchen, and he fell asleep midway through. I snuggled for a little while - definitely didn't want him to wake up when I was on my way out. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.