Last Friday, my husband, The Gryphon, and I woke up and, once more, took turns going to the continental breakfast at our hotel. We had discovered the only creamer for the coffee consisted of cartons of skim milk, so we agreed to share one, with one person bringing half back for the other.
This time, I tried the do-it-yourself waffles, which were both easy and delicious. I think all hotels should offer do-it-yourself waffles.
The same little boy I'd seen at breakfast the day before was running around the room, shooting at things with an imaginary gun while his guardians ate quietly. I wondered if he was like that all day yesterday at Thanksgiving or whether he was releasing pent-up energy after having to behave at Grandma's house.
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