I have just finished my lunch, and Regine has just finished her milk. I was sitting in front of the TV trying my best impersonation of a radish plant, while Regine was on her mother’s arm, having her back patted …
Emily : “Burn, Regine, burp”
Me : [BURPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!] “Hheeehehh!!”
Wrong call.
It was a badasss belch seethed from the concoction of stewed sour vegetable soup and oyster sauce barbeque pork that I had just ate, 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 can see. Beginning to love her more by the seconds, I am.
Emily : [feet up in the air]