"Doesn't this place have TV?" my daughter asks. She is standing on one rung up on the railing of the balcony of our hotel.
"Come on now, I know it's not the best, but look at the view," I say. "You can see the whole city."
My son tugs on his leash and I pull him back.
"Hey buddy, not out there. And you shouldn't be on that, Jessica."
Jessica leans over the railing a little. I hear my wife enter behind me, I turn to see her and I tug my little boy closer. She's holding a McDonalds bag. She looks down at her phone while she speaks.
"This was all I could find-"
She looks up and sees Jessica.
"Jessica! Get away from that ledge."
Jessica turns, looking defiant, but then she steps down and stands on the cement balcony.
"Mom-ma! I'm hungry," my little buddy says.
She smiles, unrolls the top of the food bag and takes out a box of chicken nuggets.
My wife hands me the McDonalds bag and I hand her the leash. I take the bag outside onto the porch and rustle through until I find the one with the "cheeseburger" sticker. I hold it out to Jessica, who doesn't look.
"Honey?" I say.
"This place is a shithole," she says.
"Honey!" I say. "Take your burger."
"You're welcome- Wow. Look at that sunset. Picturesque, no?"
I take out my cell phone and take a picture.