My partner and I grabbed the ice bucket and flung open the hotel room door.
I dramatically looked left and right down the hall, and he followed. I put my finger to my lips.
“Shhhhhhh!” I whispered. “We have to be sneaky and find the missing ice machine!”
I took big, cartoon-style tiptoe steps into the hall on bare feet and he did the same.
We peeked around corners and whispered excitedly to each other.
“Where is the ice for our bucket?” he whispered.
“I don’t know but we have to be verrrrry sneaky to find it!”
And he giggled. And we whispered some more. And giggled some more.
And we went floor to floor (sneakily, of course), looking for an ice machine that evidently only lived in the lobby (making me regret the decision to enter this mission barefoot when I had co-workers and clients staying in the same hotel, but hey, sometimes being on a mission means sacrifice).
And as he tiptoed next to me and our full ice bucket, back to our headquarters (hotel room), he looked up at me and whispered “I love you so much, Aunt Mandy,” unprompted.
And that’s what I would call a successful mission.