Okay, so I told this story on FB, but I'm going to elaborate here.
Our office is in the back of the house. When I put Sharkbite down for his afternoon nap, I retreat there to avoid making noise. He was pretty tired today and I was confident he'd go right to sleep.
Two hours later, I hear some rustling and assume he's getting up. I go and find him sitting in the middle of the floor, flipping through some catalogs that had come through the mail slot. He'd drug a blanket from the living room into his bedroom and generally messed stuff up in such a way that indicated he had basically been out of his room and sneaking about for the entire duration of his "nap."
So I look down at him, just sitting there casually perusing the Costco mag, and I say, "Why aren't you asleep?"
Him: "The sun is up."