Henry's swim lessons involve us parking on one side of the high school, then walked to the farthest point of the high school to get to the only open door. Then once in the high school, you walk to the far side again (near where you parked) to get to the pool. This would be fine except I forget his towel in the car nearly every day, and Gigi refuses to walk.
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