Oh, for heaven's sake! Why can't anything stay sane around here? The dead lizard can fly, my husband/fiance/brother/other half's son has firecrackers on his head, and Mr. AB-Whatsit is just standing there talking my sister's ear off. And all my husband can do is read the newspaper! Hey, um, Kid! Come on around to the back of the house, we'll hose the fire out of your hair. Jeez, nobody ever said anything about this sort of thing in baby sitting class...