Me (after calming Albus): "You okay, there?"
Neighbor (completely ignoring his state of undress): "Yep. How've you been? Ready for Christmas?"
Me: "Just a bit of wrapping left. You?"
Neighbor: "Fu—ouch!" [He tried to pick up the pan without the pot holder, which he'd flung away with the pan.] "Yeah, my wife's on wrapping. I was making cookies."
Me: "Um . . . ."
Neighbor: "Yeah, I think I'll ask for help with the next batch."
I was really good and didn't burst into laughter until I got back inside. Albus still needs his pee break; Shog's going to take him out front. ;P