I sat down on the last seat left near the Starbucks kiosk at the mall beside a woman feeding her infant son. I began to work on a post I had started on my phone this morning while I laid in bed.
The young mother was laughing and giggling with her son when he burped. She turned to me and apologized.
“I have two young grandsons. The burp is a good thing.”
My oldest grandson who will soon be two has learned the comic effect of burps and farts. Our short comedian knows a fart is always good for a laugh. We laugh now but will soon be admonishing him to keep it quiet.
How confusing the flip-flopping rules must seem to children.