 I thought I was being so level-headed. Well, sometimes that's the way it works. We think we're being level-headed when our feelings have us thoroughly confused. Jenny and I didn't have these problems, did we, Jenny? No, ma'am. I'm far too mature for that sort of behavior. Well, how about some eggnog or hot apple cider? Hot apple cider, please. Nothing for me, Dad. Wait, what's that? Somebody outside? I'll check out the window.