Eliot had a play date this morning while we packed and took a couple of trips of stuff to the new condo. When I brought him home to take a nap, all that was left in his room was one empty tower (that previously held toys), his mattress and his dresser. Upon seeing his empty room, he started crying and said, "No play? No play? Want to play!" in the saddest voice I've ever heard. Then he walked over to his dresser and started opening each drawer, making sure his stuff was still there. Poor thing. Good thing this will all be over soon!