Having three boys in a hotel room, even a fairly large suite room, is just not a good idea.
They are loud. The walls are thin.
The beds are two perfectly placed trampolines. Or they are the perfect ring for the wrestling game called bullfighting.
The pillows are to test if the bedside lamps are attached to the wall or desk. Or not.
Walking from suitcase to bed means stepping on a crispy sock or tripping over one of the six shoes strewn over the floor.
The sound of punches landing on various body parts fills the air.
There is no escape from the farts, burps and the odors they produce.
The mirror is to do a silly dance in your underwear.
The last person to shower has to use a wet towel because we have forgotten to call and request a fifth one.
There is a place for nothing and nothing is in it's place.
We all get to listen to a great rendition of Life is A Highway by my eight year old who sings in the shower.
Life is a highway
I wanna ride it all night long
If you're going my way
I wanna drive it all night long
He is a great singer but usually forgets that a shower is to use shampoo and soap.
But there are lots of giggles and a lot of togetherness. And there is usually a bathroom off the lobby in which only women are allowed.