As reported by Dad and confirmed by Mom, there was an emergency the other day at the house. It started the other evening when my aunt was visiting them and spent the night. My aunt sometimes has a difficult time getting to bed, and repeatedly asked Mom for snacks, warm milk and other comforts before going to sleep. Mom generously complied with these requests, but fulfilling them caused her to retire at a later hour than is usual for her. This was the genesis of the crisis.
The next morning, Dad was in the kitchen preparing the morning coffee when he heard a scream. The piercing sound barely had time to register when Mom came running from the master bedroom.
"Get dressed!" she shouted, "It's an emergency!"
Dad didn't know quite how to respond to this, but did manage to ask calmly the nature of the emergency.
"You've got to go to the drug store right now and get me some special cream. My face is gone! Look at it, I may never get it back! My eyes are all puffy, I look terrible, and it's all her fault, keeping me up so late, I need my rest. Oh, I've lost my face and I'll never get it back!"
Thankfully, after applying the cream Dad had made a run to the store to purchase, and after also taking a good long nap, Mom got her face back.