My son and I were going to my youngest sister’s wedding. We got to the hotel and got out of the car. I stretched and smiled at him. I wasn’t smiling five minutes later when the desk clerk politely but firmly informed me that because we were

My son and I were going to my youngest sister’s wedding. We got to the hotel and got out of the car. I stretched and smiled at him. I wasn’t smiling five minutes later when the desk clerk politely but firmly informed me that because we were

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