Julie, the wonderfully batty nurse, is back on duty.
Her impulsive, easily outraged father has removed all his children from school to be home-educated, and her mother, a batty inventor, is usually ensconced among collections of not-quite-perfected gadgets.
You can drive yourself batty trying to figure out what every color is supposed to symbolize.
He was trying to be friendly in a slightly heavy-handed fashion, and possibly had a couple of marbles missing from his collection, but was more like a slightly batty grandfather, than a menace.
But he admits being batty about the phenomenon.
Through her journal we learn that her father is a mildly batty author who is resented by the family for relocating them to a remote castle in the British countryside years before.
And now the world and his wife are wondering what the batty couple will name their next child.
In Mr. Kirsch's telling, it is more like Mr. Holifield has interestingly presented the deranged notes that a batty aunt in the attic kept in a shoebox.
The girl looked at the window of the Drexler place, and shied off as the old, batty pair of eyes came down upon her.
It drives me absolutely batty when I thank a waiter, sales clerk, or other paid service person and the response is ‘no problem.’