The Joy of Burping

Ah yes, it's so much fun to raise a son. Aaron's newest hobby is burping, loud and long and whenever he can. He is so proud of his accomplishments that he endeavors to share them with the world. It's just lovely, I tell you.

But seriously, is it a boy thing? Micah is as much a boy as Aaron and he's never gotten into the whole burping thing. I mean, sure, he can let loose with a big one from time to time and he certainly finds them amusing, but he's never been caught practicing his burps or trying to talk through them as his brother does. So what's the deal? I'm leaning towards genetics, myself. I'm not a belcher and neither is Mike, but I do come from a long line of talented burpers, right Mom? (wink, wink) Aaron apparently got the Bredeck Belching gene.

And speaking of my mother....she happens to be the very person who started Aaron off on his burping spree. As I recall they spent quite some time on the phone, burping at each other. Hmmm.... She must have recognized the gene and set out to exploit his gifts. (As an aside, it's interesting to note that whenever Aaron gets a chance to talk on the phone he asks the caller to burp for him. I'm thinking this could come in handy for those pesky telemarketers!)

I guess, in the grand scheme of things, it could be worse. I'm just hoping that by the time he's ready for college some school will offer a scholarship for accomplished belchers. At least that way he'll get some use of his talents. :)