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I never gave Michelangelo negative attention for his pranks as a child, so it is somewhat strange that he seems to crave his brothers’ negative reactions now. Simply momentary surprises or a very small dose of humiliation. The vast majority of these pranks went on in the same vein. It was always nice to start a meal with laughter, and in Michelangelo’s case, kisses and cuddles, than any lingering upset over a failed form or a childish squabble. Of course I was aware of the cushion when I sat on it, but I saw no harm in making my sons laugh. Usually this meant that Michelangelo wanted to lighten the atmosphere in our home, and it was always good-natured. It was a common occurrence for me to sit down at dinner and appear to make a quite undignified noise. Because such pranks were harmless I did not discourage them. I believe he enjoyed the “whoopee cushion” because it was surprise and it made his brothers laugh. He did not demand constant attention, he simply liked company. He was often quite content to sit quietly near me, coloring or making art, while I did chores that required an adult’s attention. However I would not describe him as “needy”. I’m not entirely sure why Michelangelo was drawn to pranks - he was certainly an extremely social child and he still has a great need to be with people and engaged with people as often as possible. Flatulence will be all you hear for weeks. If any of you reading are contemplating becoming parents, please take my advice - do not introduce any small children to any device that mimics the sound of flatulence. I would sometimes bring back boxes of books or toys that were discarded by humans on the surface, and one such box included a “whoopee cushion”, as well as a few other prank items that were equally obnoxious. It started with a - I believe they are called “whoopee cushions”. The vast majority of their pranks are pulled on each other, and almost all extremely harmless. Unless you count general teenage misbehavior such as building skateboarding ramps in the lair or leaving a mess in their bedrooms (and everywhere else they step), my sons know better than to try to fool their master, or anger their father. The kind of pranks my sons tried to play on me as children are extremely unremarkable.