I bought Misha a whoopee cushion at the dollar store. I think my mother vacillated between being appalled and fascinated that I would buy one. Fascinated because Misha isn't a girly girl and never will be and we don't try to force her into a mold that isn't her. Misha loved the whoopee cushion, and at some point every day I had to say, "Enough." As we were getting ready to leave on Saturday morning, Chris and my dad were down in the computer room when all of a sudden I hear this raucous laughter from Christopher. Misha had slipped the whoopee cushion under the cushion on the computer chair hoping to "get" Amy. She got Grandpa instead and there was much laughter.
On another funny note, Kristen calls it the Woosie cushion.
