In the hotel room, after Callan's bath, we gave up trying to force callan to get his pajama's on, and let him dress himself. This was the result. The hotel room was small, but clean, smoke free, and inexpensive. The bed left a lot to be desired, but it didn't matter much for me anyway, because I ended up on the floor with Callan half the night because he was tossing and turning so much. Melissa didn't fair much better, and at two in the morning when Callan and I were watching highlights from the PGA master's tournament and eating some sliced apple because he had woken up hungry, we all shrugged, and said, "at least it's not cold."