Occasionally, when I have to drop Blake off in the West Valley, we'll stay out on that side of town the night before to avoid traffic. We will stay in the Residence Inn, or the Springhill Suites out by the football stadium (at which time, Blake will mention that he wants me to play a game in that stadium... ah, son, that ship has sailed :).
He loves staying in hotels. He always refers to those two properties as "his hotel". He also likes it when I take him to my work or "daddy's hotel". He loves showing off in front of my co-workers. The other day he asked for me to take him to "my hotel" and I obliged. On my desk, there is a cup with several fake mustaches (upon typing this last sentence, it sounds very strange out of context...). Blake immediately grabbed one and put it up to his face. He then ran into the office where the phone operators are, and modeled his new mustache for them. We walked up toward the pool to get a smoothie (Yes, I sometimes bribe my son to behave with refreshing ice cool treats, so sue me). We stopped by the waterfall for a photo op.
On the walk back from the pool to the lobby, we would stop intermittently so I could give him a drink of the smoothie. He was busy telling me a story about the water features that run through the gardens behind the lobby when I tried to offer him another sip.
"Daddy, lets not drink right now, I'm telling you a story".
Not many things will keep my son from taking full advantage of consuming a nice treat, so this was a little shocking to me, but he was determined to let me know what was going on in his mind with these streams running down the hill.
I have to hand it to him though. He definitely inherited the gift of gab.
