Everything was great up until I took the little guy down to the private section of the beach and he sat on top of a woman who was sunbathing and just cried his eyes out in between bouts of putting sand in his mouth. It all went even more downhill from there. One afternoon I just couldn’t take all the noises and sounds he was making so I decided that maybe it would be nice to go down to the baby pool. It wasn’t. I came back in tears. It seems all the noises coming out of P’s mouth was disturbing the other guests. I’ve never been asked to leave anywhere before and that really stung, to say the least.