I had just finished my lunch, and Regine just finished her milk. I was sitting in front of the TV trying my best to impersonate a radish plant, while Regine was in her mother’s arm, having her back patted …
Emily : “Burp, Regine, burp”
Me : [BURPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!] “Hheeehehh!!”
Wrong call.
It was a badasss belch seethed from the concoction of stewed sour vegetable soup and oyster sauce barbecue pork that I had just eaten, and was loud enough to produce its own aftershocks. Emily threw me a look of disdain, probably reflecting the ill prospects of having her daughter to grow up with someone like me in the house. Just about then, we were both startled by another sound
Regine : [BURPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!]
A good learner she is, I could see. Beginning to love her more by the seconds, I am.
Emily : [feet up in the air]