Gavin doesn't like the boat rocked. If he's sleeping, or merely resting on your lab, god forbid you shout to someone in the other room because he'll most-likely scream bloody murder.
Mom calls him her sensitive little dude.
Case in point: last night I'm in the kitchen with Autumn working on getting her some strawberry milk. this is the conversation:
Autumn: I want some strawberry milk.
Me: what do you say?
Me: no Autumn, how do you ask?
Me: put them altogether.
Autumn: Can I, may i have some strawberry milk, PLEASE!
At this point, mom calls from the other room to tell Autumn that did a good job. But mom raised her voice a little so that it would carry into the kitchen.
That upset the little dude. Who proceeded to wail like, well, like a baby.
Ah, the joys of parenthood.