... in what might best be called a tenuous demonstration of the boys' sense of humor

On arriving at the hotel in Williamsburg, I left everyone in front of the lobby, with all the baggage on a cart, and went to park the car.

When I returned, I found my boys subjecting their unfortunate Minion toy (from the film "Despicable Me") to a rather harrowing experience.

The minion was lying on the floor, right in the entrance way to the hotel, in a direct line for the sliding doors.

Now this little Minion was able to buy some time, meeting with great luck in the form of hotel guests who happened to pass close by the door sensor, and therefore prevent the doors from closing all the way.

Unfortunately, this luck did not last, and he soon found himself in tight quarters.