On our trip north, we stayed at the Embassy Suites hotel, primarily because Mom knew where it was and it was reasonably convenient to our destinations. This morning we rousted the boys and went down to the breakfast buffet.
Charles was rapt with the wonders of the hotel. It’s set up with a central courtyard that goes all the way to the roof so it’s a vast space. There’s couple of water ponds connected by rivulets. The elevators are open to the courtyard so you can watch them go up and down. That’s what Charles did. We sat at a table from which Charles could watch the elevators and there he sat, the entire time, staring fixedly at them. Mom tried to feed him but his response was to grab a piece of bacon and clutch it while he watched the elevators. Mom tried to take the bacon back but Charles insisted on keeping it, so he could sit there with his little arm straight out from the elbow, holding on to one end of the dangling bacon strip. Mom just didn’t understand why it is so necessary to have bacon to watch elevators. Charles didn’t try to explain because if you have to ask, you wouldn’t understand.