Elliot loves his baths (if he were Iraqi he probably would have been a member of the Bathist party).
While on vacation, he got to take baths in a giant tub with lots of toys (pictured below). This compares with the cramped, mildewy tub in our apartment.
That made it hard to come home. The last day we were there, Elliot tried to take a morning bath (even after taking one the night before). You should have seen his face when I told him he couldn't take any more baths there.
Elliot has cried many times in his short life, but this is the first time I ever saw him openly weep.