Be jealous. My family is so classy. We’re sitting in the car listening to music. Inspirational music. Praise and worship music. Carb boy starts burping…a lot. “What on earth?” I query. He explains that he and his oldest brother play a burp along to the song game. “What? Seriously?” I respond. In case you missed the connection, that means you burp to music. Like a weird sort of percussion instrument. Gives beatboxing a whole new meaning, doesn’t it?
Along the same thought, we were sitting some time ago watching a movie when I look over to see them all chewing on their fingers/nails. “Stop chewing,” I demand. They all look at me sheepishly. “Of all the things you could get from your father, it had to be chewing,” I complain.
My df girl looks at me and solemnly replies, “You’d rather it was burping?”
I know…it’s a natural bodily function. Everyone burps. Ya. Ya. But do we need to make it a fine art?