Me: Hand me that hoe.
Me: I wanna see something. Hand me the hoe.
Sandy: No. It’s dirty. I don’t want to touch it.
Me: Fine. Point at the hoe.
Me: Never mind. It’s too late. Point at the wall six inches above the hoe’s handle.
Sandy: Okay … *screams and jumps backwards* It’s a LIZARD!
Me: Yeah, it’s been climbing up the handle since we started talking.