A new sound can be heard echoing through my house these days. This sound is usually produced by a large, beer-guzzling man, not by a sweet girl at the tender age of 5. Apparently, Kate picked up this gem of a habit from spending time with her soda-chugging tween-age cousins.
Kate thought this belching thing looked, and sounded, like loads of fun, so she decided to give it a whirl. She pounded a cupful of milk, tilted her head back, and let loose. The belch that escaped her lips was incongruous to her diminutive stature. True to the principles of behavior, this act garnered such a reaction that it was immediately reinforced and thus has since been reproduced quite frequently.
Fortunately, I am teaching my children the virtue of good manners. Each time she produces an earth-rumbling belch, Kate, the little lady that she is, always says, " 'scuse me."