Ok Hoppy, I'll bite!
When my eldest daughter was hardly a toddler, I had a big, white german sheppard that was smarter than me!! (
Well....my daughter was too, but who's counting?).
One time, I was doing the dishes and my d was on the floor, playing while sitting in a gadget called a "walker" (a sort of seat with wheels, for those who may not have heard of them. The child could use their feet to push themself around the floor, or even stand up for short periods.....thus it was deemed to assist the kid to learn to walk, except that there were terrible accidents, with children rolling themselves over to and down stairways, so the things were later out-lawed).
Anyway, my d was just behind me, and this giant dog was sitting on the floor beside her and I was doing dishes and turning around, intermittently to see that all was well. And it was, it seemed. Very well!!
Because every few minutes my daughter would giggle like crazy! I kept looking to see what was so funny, but all I caught was a kid, looking like a saint, sitting in her walker, and a dog, sitting beside her, looking even more completely innocent. Neither of them could speak but their expressions both said: "We aren't doing anything wrong! What are you looking at?".
This went on and on. My child would giggling, I'd turn and look, and see no reason for it. I'd turn back, do a few more dishes, then hear another mad giggle, I'd look......nothing.
Finally, I turned back just quick enough to catch the two of them.......licking eachother .......on the tongue!!!!!
ON THE TONGUE!!!!! 
And both of them seemed to know that I wouldn't like that a whole lot.......or at least, I'm sure, my look of horror.......sent a dog scurrying in one direction and my d, who couldn't stop giggling, in another.
I finally got a grip and said: "Ok you two.......no more kissing!!", and gave them both a stern look! And that was the end of that.
Sela
