I found this upon returning downstairs after nursing the baby to sleep for his nap:
"What happened to your clothes?" I asked, admittedly confused.
He pointed to a heap on the floor.
"Did you spill something on them?" I questioned.
"No, mommy, I take them off so I can take my bath and go to bed with my daddy when he comes home. It time for my daddy to come home because I'm ready for bath and to snuggle my daddy."
I snapped a picture, hugged my sweet little guy and tried to explain.
"Daddy will be home in a few hours; let's put your clothes on."
"I can't," he said. "I want daddy to come home NOW!"
"Oh, buddy, I wish it worked that way," I explained. "I know how you feel; I wait for daddy to come home every day, too. I like it when he's here. Do you miss him while he's at work?"
"Me too, kiddo," I said. "Me too."
This little guy and I -- we're like one in the same. Well, kind of. I'm normally fully clothed when the hubs arrives home but always just as eager for him to walk through the door.
(But can you imagine the look on hubs' face if I took a cue from the toddler?)