Cindy! I'm gonna show Jay the iguana!" It's not yet 8 a.m. on Monday morning, and John McCain is marching through the living room of his house in Phoenix, Ariz., headed for the back bedrooms, leading a reporter who is asking about the New Hampshire primary on a tour of his children's pet collection. Before his wife Cindy can holler back--"Just don't show him the bedroom! It's a mess!"--McCain has swept past the wide-open door to their bedroom, where clothes are strewn across the floor and bed, into the lair of McCain's 13-year-old son Jack, where a 25-in. iguana is staring...
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