When he's cool, I can talk to him. When he's upset, I don't try to rationalize with him or get him to see my point. I give him meat. Yes, I really said that. I wave a hunk of lunch meat in his face and tell him to go sit down. He take it and retreats. Marie, I'm cracking up at that image! It could end up becoming an FR catchphrase, like the shower, a moose biting your sister, or a "hugh" news story, i.e.: "Lazmataz is upset, somebody give him some meat!"
I wouldn't mind. A few months ago my husband had forbid my son from getting into his tools and put a lock on the shed. My son went out with a screwdriver and took the shed door off the hinges. Drill in the dirt Hammer in the pool. My husband was in a trembling, red-faced, bellowing rage and I knew that he had lost it. I grabbed a hunk of ham and held it out to him. I calmly said, "You need to cool down. Go sit down." He took the meat and my son lived to terrorize his father on another day. Since then, I've tried it a few more times with the same results.
Yes, Laz needs some meat. And so does the poor bloke who's tag he stole. :-)