Hubby is probably glad you don't believe in cast iron. Or maybe you do...and his head is occasionally takes the shape of pan innards, like Sylvester the Cat, but like said cat, luckily springs back to husbandly form, just in time for a hike. You could suggest it, (asking, not cranial dimensionality), and maybe it will work. We ARE trainable. I think. Now where IS that manual?