Mike and I have a long-standing joke about shaking the table while I'm doing something that requires precision. In our current place, we've got six computers set up on a series of large square tables to accommodate the combined households in the house. It's AWESOME. But can occasionally present the cutest challenges.
Our resident two year old (our friends' son) loves to climb onto my desk -probably because his mother, Misha, does everything humanly possible to keep him from doing it- and he does the most adorable "I'M GONNA GET IN TROUBLE!" giggly dance as the closest adult approaches to remove him.