Despite all of the hype of a hotel stay, they really aren't all that entertaining. Actually, they aren't entertaining at all. I suspect it comes with age and the knowledge that there are neighbors paying a very pretty penny above, below and on both sides of your screaming, happy children that brings the anxiety.
But we did it, and we stayed longer than we planned, because we missed Daddy. And how did we entertain ourselves? Every way we could. Lots of hair gel, luggage carts, "nightime breakfast" and standing in the fridge. Oh yeah, funny faces too. Lots of funny faces...
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