Spring Peeper

When we were at the hotel in Williamsburg, there were a lot of families with kids running the halls.  Which was good, since my own boys were fairly rowdy.  Anyhow, at one point a pre-teen boy knocked on our door by accident.  When I opened the door, he took one look at me, turned beet red, apologized profusely, and slunk off down the hall in great shame.  I tried to reassure him, in hopes of preventing his eternal mortification, but he just waved me off.  Poor kid.

Anyhow, shortly thereafter I heard another knock, lighter this time.  I peeked through the peephole, to discover the knock was not on our door, but on the door across the hall.  Pierce saw me, though, and said, "What are you doing?"  I explained that I was looking through the peephole, and he was intrigued.  So I lifted him up to show him how you could see outside in the hall.

He spent the rest of the evening spying on people, and reporting back to me.

What do you think?

Better, or worse, than watching tv all night?