Kulia is sitting on the ground stuffing everything within reach into her mouth.

Typical.

Artie wanders up and begins to voraciously lick her face as if it is covered in peanut butter.

Typical.

Kevin witnesses this licking and says, “not the face, Artie! Not the face!”

Artie continues to lick.

Kevin, exasperated, blurts out “what part of ‘not the face’ do you not understand dog?”

I begin laughling. “Um, probably, ‘not’, ‘the’, and ‘face’?”

Kevin sends me stink eye and pulls the dog away from our youngest who seems a bit sad to see his big slobbery tongue leave.

Yes, another typical day at the McLaughlin home.