Summer called me last night to relay the following incident that happened at the humble abode of my parents.
For sanity's sake and for the ease of reading - I have inserted spaces into my sister's dialogue - only - I can assure you - there were none.
"So I was sitting in the chair next to the t.v. and was being lazy and not wanting to get up to get a drink and I ask Mom 'Hey - what's dad doing?' to which she looked over and down the hall to the kitchen. Mom then said, 'He's sitting in his chair, making a mess, playing with a model - something. And now, he's got a lighter out, probably gonna burn down the house and he's-' And then, from the kitchen I hear: 'OUCH!' as dad caught his finger on fire!"
She then laughed so hard she snorted, and I snorted and Harry looked at me as if I'd gone insane.