Surprisingly, we were able to finish our lunch before disaster struck, before Izzie noticed that I had handed Leta one of her toys, before Izzie could DASH across the room with the speed of a cheetah and yank the toy from LetaÂ’s unsuspecting grip. Thus commenced the Silent Scream of Death, the scream so high and silent in pitch that only souls in Hell can hear its demon din, the scream that sucks all the air out of the room and sets the world into slow motion.

She may not be able to crawl, no, but people, that kid can alter the space-time continuum WITH HER MOUTH.
—Dooce