In particular, one room is hosting a group of mid-teen boys - five here and one more arriving this morning. Two of them are yours, but the other three whom are already there are like family to you. You've known all the boys and their families for years, they often stay with you, and you have (and have used fairly recently) permission to give CP to all of them
This morning, the first morning of the trip, you're going around, knocking on doors and reminding everyone that those who don't want to be restricted to the hotel's breakfast need to be ready to go in thirty minutes. As you come to the mini-suite the five boys are sharing, you hear a very distinct thump. Closing on the door, you hear a lot of giggling and what you could only call muted shouting.
When you knock on the door, it quickly goes quiet.
After letting them know you know they're in there, they finally open the door.
As soon as the door opens, it's pretty evident that the thump came from Blake tripping over the fold out couch (evident by the way he's rolling around and holding his shin, while trying desperately to muffle all the interesting vocabulary he's currently using). What's much more interesting to you is the splashes of water that's all around the room, and over a large portion of the boys, along with silly string and shaving cream that's in the same places, in about equal portions.
Along with your two, 16-year old sons, Noah and Barry
Nothing is destroyed, but the room is definitely kind of a mess. While you don't have either of the paddles that all five boys (except Blake on one of them) have experienced, you do have a good selection of belts, leather sandals, and hairbrushes, thanks to the boys themselves. You also have about 15 minutes before time to leave for breakfast, and about an hour longer than that until the park opens.
What's on today's itinerary?