He started out smiling and happy, squealing and kicking in his stroller.
As we bumped along the sidewalk, the rhythm of the stroller wheels started to make him drowsy.
And he started to become still and quiet. And he got drowsier ...
and drowsier ...
and drowsier.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't keep his eyes open.
Finally he fell sound asleep.
Sweet dreams, Oliver.
If you had a stroller big enough for JH he might have done the same thing. He was one tired boy after his second game!
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