Could Brayden be a Spy?

We headed into DC for the International Spy Museum.

Brayden was thrilled, not really, he slept through most of the museum.  Even got a picture with him (had to take him out of his wheelchair with his nurse) and did not wake him up.

Then we headed to Sprinkles cupcake in Georgetown.  Brayden was fussing, perhaps from his bumpy ride on the brick and/or cobble stone walks.

But I cheered him up with a little taste of frosting (smacking his lips from tasting it).