We are one of those freaky-weird families that has only Certain Kinds of Toys. You know what I mean. We mostly have wooden trains and waldorf dolls and whatnot; there are no cartoon characters or lights-and-sounds push button toys here. (Feel free to roll your eyes at me now. Or at any time, really.)

For Christmas, we received exactly one plastic, battery operated toy. It was a tiny remote-controlled helicopter, and it was for Dane. (And yes, it’s way cool—it lifts off right out of your hand! But we have no idea how to control the thing, so once it’s airborne it pretty much runs into the wall or gets tangled up in my hair and then crashes to the floor.)

Today we saw a notice that it has been recalled due to a tendency to SPONTANEOUSLY BURST INTO FLAME.

That’s all. I have no punchline. It BURSTS INTO FLAME. I think I’m going to put it outside now so it doesn’t take out my kitchen or anything.