While waiting for the Resort shuttle to take us on a jaunt into town, Little Squirt began a career as a doorman. He saw a deficiency and filled it. Resort guests struggling with towels and drinks and sunblock clearly could not be expected to open the lobby door by themselves! So my son graciously stepped up to the plate. He took his job as seriously as if he were performing brain surgery, politely opening and closing the door on demand. And when a kind lady tipped him a dollar, he gleefully said, “Mom, I’m getting money for this! I think we should move here. They need me.”
...That's just the excuse I need. Kids, we're movin' to AZ!
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