Here's two pictures from the past week that (easily) prove his sleeping prowess.
Picture 1:
Rachel and I got a little drunk downtown and accidentally left Tenzin sleeping atop a 72-floor skyscraper. As you can see, there were 20 mph westerly winds.

Picture 2:
Tenzin slept fell asleep next to a tesla coil while cuddling with his metal-lined emergency blanket in his stainless steel stroller.
It burned the hell out of his nipple rings.

The face is priceless. Looks like his dad from 1996 to 2000.
Here's a side view:

Actually, he might have a little more balance.
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