Dawn had gotten for Robin a little stuffed chick, about 6-7" high. It didn't do anything; it was just a stuffed chick. Joanne had also gotten Terry a chick. It wasn't as big (about 5-6") but if you squeezed its foot it would say, in a fast high-pitched voice, "Cheep cheep cheep! Happy Easter!"
Upon noticing Robin's facination with this cheeping toy, Dawn bemoaned the fact that any time she'd get Robin a gift someone would one-up her. I then asked her, three months from now, which will Terry prefer: the nice silent toy, or the one which by then will go [in a slow, deep voice], "Choooeeep choooeeep choooeeep!" At which point Dawn joined me, in matching cadence and intonation, "Haaaahpoooey Eeeeeeastuuuhr!"
If I hadn't previously known I had found a soulmate, I certainly knew then.