Meet me in room 1102...

That was the text hubby sent me: "Meet me in room 1102". With B trailing behind me, I knocked on the door. B peered under my arm. "Wow!" B breathed. "Look at all those presents! Are they for me?" Hubby scratched his right temple. "Uh, no. There is one present for you here but the rest are for your mother." I stared, a little slack jawed at the dozen of beautifully wrapped presents. And I'd left hubby's present at home. Dang.