"Room service...room service..."

While we were in New Orleans we were stuck at our hotel with no real transportation to speak of. Laziness took over and the path of least resistance was entirely too tempting and as a result we ordered room service at the hotel quite a bit.
The food was very tasty (as is almost everything I tasted on my trip), and so we weren't complaining one bit. They would make us peanut butter and honey sandwiches on wheat bread, which was heaven sent as those of you who know Nikolai can imagine. Towards the end of our time there any time he heard the door knock he'd jump up and run excitedly at the door saying "It's room service! It's room service!! It's here, mama!!" And then he'd open the door and the room service guy would come in chuckling. He and I had a joke that he was Nikolai's hero.

The evening fter we returned back home, it was getting on toward dinner time and Nikolai called up to me from downstairs "ROOOOM SERVICE!!!"