Last night Mrs Artois upbraided Master Artois, aged 12, for licking the lid of his MÃ¼ller yogurt. "I'm licking the lid of life..." he said. I looked at them both, not a flicker across my face. Then moments later he added, "Mllaar yogurt... 'Lick the Lid of Life'. " I involuntarily spat out a mouthful of beer over the table; table for two in the Doghouse narrowly avoided.