Our first child was a pacifier baby. He used to wake up at three in the morning, take his pacifier out, chuck it across the room, and then scream for it, making us wake up to go retrieve it. Not fun. Our second was a thumb baby. Never tried to push a pacifier on him because he could not throw his own thumb.
I dealt with one of these guys a few years ago. He said that some Dutch ancestor of mine (which is possible) in Africa had died and left a gazillion dollars. From a supposed genealogy search, he determined that I was the legal heir. I played along with him, and eventually asked him, since he was obviously savvy with genealogy, to tell me exactly how this long-lost relative and I were related. I told him I knew enough about my family history to know if he was making up something. Never heard from him again.
Is this guy Danae’s ultimate ancestor? The thought-skull gives it away.