




Eli would love nothing more than to live in the loo. What could be better than flushing the toilet, reaching for bath toys, eating toilet paper, and pounding on both tub and toilet? Apparently nothing, since I spend most of my day closing bathroom doors to keep him out. Did I mention how much he loves taking baths? Maybe that's the root of his addiction, because the kid flails and screams the second you take him out, and the moment you put him down on the ground he's off and running for that tub again.









