Swim lessons are tiring, especially when you scream, cry for your mommy, and yell "OUT!" at Ben, your swim teacher, for 40 minutes straight.
He fell asleep with his hand in the apple crisps within a minute of leaving the pool's parking lot, that's how sleepy he was.
After a 30 minute car ride, he woke up happy to see papa, Corey, nonna, and Brooklyn at SmashBurger for a well deserved lunch.
Better luck tomorrow?
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