Thursday, May 5, 2011

Must be nice . . .

We took a lot of road trips when I was a kid and always had a lot of fun. I used to LOVE staying at hotels because it usually meant that we got to swim at the hotel swimming pool. And if there was a hot tub, too - FORGET IT. I'd spend the whole evening jumping from hot tub to cold pool and I'd be completely happy. So, as far as I was concerned, whether there was a swimming pool was the only question worth asking about our accommodations.

But things appear to be a little different with the next generation:

Me: [putting my suitcase in the car for a recent family trip]
Ben: Catchy, what kind of a hotel are we staying in?
Me: Ummmm . . . I don't know, bud.
Ben: Are we staying at a 4-star hotel?
Me: [stunned silence]
Ben: I hope so . . .
Me: Wow.
Ben: Because they're REEEEEEEEEEEEALLY nice.

Well, at least he's not demanding FIVE stars. I mean, that would just be high maintenance . . .