Oh, dear. I remember those days, like the time my daughter smeared vaseline all over her clothes and hair. It took repeated shampoos over three days before she stopped looking like Fonzie.

My mother said the worst was when my brother poured a five pound bag of sugar over his head. No matter how many times she cleaned the floor, you could feel the sugar crunch underfoot for months.

Yogi, you probably want to strangle him, but try to concentrate on the entertainment value of what he's done.