This is the entry way between my kitchen and family room.
And we have chocolate milk. On the ceiling.
I can think of numerous possibilities for how chocolate milk ended up in that unreachable spot; each possibility involving any combination of three crazy boys. I'd love to give you a humorous account of what they were doing to get the milk to it's final resting place.
The thing is, all three boys have alibis for when this incident took place.
That, my friends, is the work of Chief. My dog. Please explain that one to me because I can not quite figure out how a dog managed to get chocolate milk so high.