Minime’s quandary

Minime’s quandary

P3150023Since this was the Big Conference weekend, Mike and the girls drove up to support me. Actually, Mike drove up to support me. The Mini’s came along because they love to stay in hotels.*

Hotels are both art and science in our family. For breakfast I take the room trays downstairs, pile everything up and take it back to the room. Easy peasy. People (Mike) can sleep in if they want, people (mini’s) don’t have to get dressed; we all know the routine. All I have to do is hit the elevator buttons while balancing two trays full of breakfast foods and beverages.**

This morning I set the trays down by the door, fished the room key out of my pocket, and opened the door to the Mini’s, both breathless from running and talking fast.

Minime: Oh, Mom! Mommy’s back! We thought you’d forgotten your key so we were going to go after you but then I remembered we shouldn’t leave the room without your permission so we changed our minds.

Minimike: I’m not wearing pants.

Mommy: Good choice, Minime. I had my own key. Minimike, why aren’t you wearing pants?

Their explanation was long and convoluted so this is what I can piece together, with some imagination:

Minime: Look! The room key! Mom left the room key! Mom will be locked out! Dad’s asleep! We have to go after her!

Minimike: Okay.

Minime: Get dressed! To the bags!

Minimike: Okay!

[Minime gets dressed.]

[Minimike sees Minime’s track pants.]

Minimike: Where are MY soft pants?

Minime: You don’t have any. It doesn’t matter. Put on some pants and let’s go!

Minimike: But I want THOSE pants.

Minime: These are MY pants. They won’t fit you anyway. We have to go after Mom!

Minimike: No.

Minime: There’s no one else. We can’t wake Daddy.

Minimike: No.

Minime: [heartbeat speeding up…panic…setting…in]

[*click click* Mommy comes in]

Minime: Oh, Mom! Mommy’s back! We thought you’d forgotten your key so we were going to go after you but then I remembered we shouldn’t leave the room without your permission so we changed our minds.

Minimike: I’m not wearing pants.

Mike: [snooore]

Lesson learned: If Mommy were in real trouble, Minime would be gung-ho to save me until about the second obstacle, at which point she would freeze up. Minimike won’t save me if she doesn’t have the right pants. No one would wake up Daddy. Spenser would undoubtedly yip nervously before trying to violate me. It looks like LifeAlert’s getting a new customer soon.

*We didn’t stay at my favorite Overlook Hotel. No pool.
**I now make myself uncomfortable with the thought that I must have especially pointy elbows. (Note to self: wear long sleeves from now on.)

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