Thanks to him we have a whoopee cushion in our house. (For those of you who have not been exposed to such things - or call them by another name - they are plastic envelopes of air that are secretly slipped under a seat cushion waiting for someone to sit down; at which point, they make a rude noise, and someone else - usually George - bursts into laughter in a nearby room).
Our recent visitor who is 17 months old was very very taken with it.
Great minds, George, great minds.
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