One lovely and crisp fall day, we went to Abuelita's (Grandma's) to have lunch. Son #1 was thrilled to be there and immediately raced up the stairs to play with the toys in the playroom. My husband, Son #2, and I joined the rest of the family downstairs as my mom and sister put the finishing touches on the meal. From downstairs, we could hear Son #1's little voice talking away in his imaginative play.
Finally, the food was done and Abuelita called out to Son #1 and my brother. "Hey guys! The food is ready! Come down and eat!"
Son #1 shouted. "I'm coming!"
My brother appeared at the top of the stairs and made his way down to the kitchen. However, Son #1 was lingering upstairs. I called out to him. "Hurry Baby! We're hungry!"
We waited for a few minutes and then noticed Son #1 creeping to the top of the stairs. My sister said. "What are you doing?"
Son #1 replied. "Nothing."
My husband retorted impatiently. "Hurry and get down here. What are you waiting for? New Years?"
Son #1 giggled and stood up. To our surprise, he had stripped down to his shirt and underwear. We blinked a bit as Son #1 proceeded to slide on his stomach down the stairs. With our eyebrows arched, we watched him cruise toward the kitchen. Son #1 nonchalantly joined us at the table.
Apparently, Son #1 had decided to make himself VERY comfortable at Abuelita's house.