What is it about boys, big and little, who think burping is outrageously funny, or something to be proud of? It doesn’t take any skill, it’s gross, it’s easy to do, still, when my son and his friends are in the back seat and one of them lets go with a category five burp, they laugh so hard I worry about their sanity and bladder control.
Lately it’s gotten really bad at my house. Most of the time, if I’m close, Sandor jumps up and says “Oh no I’m about to burp” and he tries to get out of the room. But I hear all the little boys cheerfully burping though the night then laughing and shushing each other. The burp on the trampoline, the burp in the shower, they burp while climbing trees and playing drums and folding laundry. There is a never ending cacophony of burping and I’m just about done with this gassy, burpy, boy culture. It was cute when he was a baby and I was patting him on the back, but those days are long gone.
As of last night there are new rules in Hampoland and so far they seem to be really effective. While watching Adventure Time I announced that every time he or one of his friends burps in front of me, or within hearing distance….he’s got to give me twenty push-up. Good push ups.
I’m still working on the punishment for other gross body noises, but I’m sure I’ll figure something out.