Mmmmmmm... Coffee (a.k.a. what runs through GMP's veins).
My hand, stuck through the open window of my parked car, holding McDonald's fries as the best way I could think of to quickly cool them down in order to stop the tantrum of someone who shall remain nameless and who was tired, hungry, and had just discovered that the temperature of freshly-done fries was approximately 6,000 degrees Celsius (the temperature of the surface of the Sun, btw).
The other day, I saw a picture of my now 13-year-old when he was 2, wearing these socks. Which means that this pair has, first, managed to stay a pair and, second, survived innumerable wash-and-dry cycles through three toddlerhoods! Well done, manufacturer, well done.
Lovely little lion.