Hey, remember that time when you were a little kid and your daddy was doing some work on the house and there was a neat little hole cut in the drywall in the bathroom, and you thought brightly, “Why, that hole looks about the size of my head!”?
And so in an effort to see what was on the other side of the hole you shoved and grunted and twisted until you finally got your head into the hole with no thought of how you might get your head out of the hole?
And then you realized you couldn’t get it out and panicked and screamed and wailed when you had visions of spending the rest of your life in the hole, with your parents feeding you from the other side?
And both your mama and daddy had to work together for what seemed like an eternity to get your noggin out of the hole, all while you were bawlin’ and squawlin’ with snot running down that ditch under your nose because there was no way you could wipe it?
Oh, wait. That was me.