Don't Look Up!

Today we loaded everybody into the SUV and headed to the park.  By everybody, I mean, my husband, my two kids, grandpa, myself, and Schultz, the big, goofy German Shepherd.  My husband and I were in the front, the kids and grandpa were in the next row, and Schultz was in the back.  He parked himself so that his ginormous head was just above my seven-year-old son's head.  He must've figured he could fit there.

So we drove along, listening to the panting dog in the back, when my son commented, "Is it raining?"

I looked at the sky.  "Um, no."

"But I'm getting wet!"

I looked back.  Sure enough, a big pink tongue was hanging out, just above my son's head.  "Dude, don't look up!"

"Why?"  he asked as he looked up.

A drip of slobber landed right on the boy's nose.  "Ewwww!  Schultz!"

That's why.