Okay, so my 5-year-old son looked at my Mom and said "Oops!!!!" He was watching TV, eating pudding and, taking after his mother, he spilled a dollop of pudding right on my Mom's dachshund, Woody's head (Yes, my mother named the wiener dog Woody). My dad caught Woody and Mom, being the quick-thinking woman that she is, called my Beagle, Lucy, to the scene. She licked the pudding off of Woody's head and all was well.
This is how we problem-solve around here....
...and people wonder why I have issues.
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