Here’s a snippet from a conversation Noah and I had Friday afternoon at DQ. It seems Mr. Noah may have already found a soul mate.
Noah: (after a burp) Excuse me.
Me: Thank you. You're excused.
Noah emits two more burps, although they sound a bit strange.
Noah: That was me burping “excuse me.”
Me: Alright, enough burping. Especially with Aunt Jeanne. Girls don’t like burping. You shouldn’t burp around them.
Noah: Lauren doesn’t care if I burp.
Me: Really?
Noah: Yeah. Lauren likes me even when I burp.
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