About Burps

I was sitting in my rocking chair upstairs in my bedroom feeding Squirmy.  Mr. Sneaky Pants was sitting on my bed watching and visiting with me.

Mr. SP (in a very nonchalant voice)  You know why I’m sitting here, Mom?

Me:  Well, I’m not sure.

Mr. SP:  Well, Mom, it’s like this.  I’m sitting here just so I can hear those really big burps.

Me:  Really?

Mr. SP:  Yeah,  I LOVE those really big ones that sound like their seven times bigger than your baby.  Those are the best.

For the record, he also gets a big kick out of projectile spit up, which we also have a lot of around here, but the smell of it makes him seriously gag and turn very pale.

I love Squirmy’s cheeks in this picture when Grandma Kathy was burping him the other day.