George definitely got the Y chromosome. You know, the one that says "Need something to wear? Just pick a clothing item out of the hamper. If it doesn't smell bad, put it on."
I caught him this evening after he'd taken off his shorts. He was wearing one onesie on top, but he decided to put another onesie on from the bottom up (one that he'd found in his hamper). After getting that onesie over his legs, he then tried to pull on his shorts to complete the ensemble. It made for a difficult time walking.