Anderson was so tired after we arrived that he fell asleep on our bed just like this - all his clothes and shoes on too.
On our way home, we had a long layover in Atlanta. We had a cranky toddler on our hands and needed a way to keep him occupied. So we headed down to the basement of the airport and rode the train back and forth, back and forth. We would walk from end to end and then catch the train again. It was boring as hell for me, but to Anderson it was the best thing ever.