Cookie Monster was so thoroughly loved (e.g. rubbed through sand and splashed through tide pools) that he was in dire need of a bath by the time we got to San Francisco at the end of the holiday. Keiki protested at first, but seemed to realise that Cookie had a patina and an odour. After Cookie entered the dryer, he roamed up and down and periodically returned to stand next to the machine and enquire, "...Cookie?" It was a joyous reunion when Cookie finally emerged, refreshed.