My granddaughter handed me a slip of paper and a plastic card. It looked like a credit card but was a promotional piece of some sort. âYouâll need these, Paw Paw Dave,â she said.
âWhat do I need them for?â
She looked at me like I was silly or, perhaps, an idiot. âTo get into your room.â
I set them aside as I was busy doing something else. But an hour or so later, I went to the bedroom. There was a slip of paper with a number on it taped to the door. I looked around and no one was in the room in which I was standing. The door doesnât have a lock on it. I could just walk right in. After all, itâs my room.
But I went back to the dining room where I had set my pretend key card and picked it up. I went back to the bedroom door and dutifully pretended to unlock the door. We were playing âhotel,â apparently, and I knew that Kelsey would be asking me later whether I had used my key.
Kelsey just turned 10 and is more imaginative than ever. My wife keeps any gimmick that looks like a credit card because she knows Kelsey can use them when playing âstoreâ or some other game.
Kelsey can make a game out of anything. At a restaurant, she picked up the menu and declared, âIâm thinking of a word thatâs on the menu and you have to try to figure out what the word is.â
The âhotelâ game was intermittent. Sheâd lose interest and start on something else; then, someone new would come over and sheâd issue him a card key. It wasn't a game with winners and losers. It was more like an alternate reality.
Normally, I would go nuts over seeing tape on the doors as it can lift up paint or varnish and leave an unsightly mark. Itâs funny what grandkids can get away with that your kids never could.
Halfway into the weekend, I was wishing weâd had more kids just so we could have more grandkids. But by the end of the weekend, I was glad that we didnât. They can wear you out. The next time wonât come soon enough, though. Maybe weâll play âhotelâ again. I have no doubt that the room numbers will still be taped to the doors. Itâs our way of triggering a happy memory every time we open the door.
©Copyright 2012 by David Porter who can be reached at [email protected]. I didnât mind the number affixed to the door so much; it was when she charged me $80 to sleep in my own bedroom that I demanded to see a manager.
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