Day 2: I can let myself out of my room.
For an 18 month old, life is pretty exciting in New York: Day 1: Airplanes! Day 2: Pigeons! Also, I can let myself out of the hotel room!
I wandered out to check out the hotel bar (requires “inquiring” at the front desk so did bother). I exit the elevator and round the corner to the hallway and I here, “dah!”
I look down the hall, and there’s Tito at one end. I ask him if there are any other adults around.
He responds with “dah!” and sprints toward me (as much as a toddler can sprint.) We proceed to spend several minutes following running up and down the hall.