Hehehe Andie, I have one similar to yours. When my mother and uncle were kids, they were playing in one of the bedrooms of their house. All of a sudden, my grandparents hear a blood curdling scream. They ran in and here is my mom with a lamp (no shade on) and my uncle holding his stomach and crying. My mom just looked at them and said, "I just wanted to see what would happen."

Till the day my uncle died (October 10, 2002) whenever he got a dark tan on his stomach, you could still see the impression of the light bulb. 60 watts, I believe....

RIP Uncle Gene.