My Laundry Partner

This morning I grabbed the basket filled with clean laundry and took it to our bed to fold it.  Reed followed me, climbed on the bed, and started emptying everything (faster than I was folding). 

I called for a truce, dumping the clean clothes by me in exchange for giving him the laundry basket (which is what he really wanted anyway).  We spent twice as long folding laundry as necessary because he wanted to keep jumping to me and I had to keep taking pictures of him jumping onto the pillows.  It was perfect.

This is how he says "Please catch me."