Dedicated to my friend.... Virgil's

If there's one thing I've learned about parenthood... it's that you WILL make mistakes no matter what. When you're pregnant with your first born, you idealize about being the perfect parent. But the perfect parent doesn't exist. Not in the terms of NEVER making a mistake, anyway. 

There comes a time when your kid will do something that makes you think, "wow, I shouldn't have taught him/her that" or "maybe I shouldn't have let them do that."

For example, we allowed Grayson to jump and climb all over our couches. At the time, we thought, "my parents never let me play on the couches and I never understood why. MY kid is going to play on the couch." But NOW, I understand why.

Our couch looks like a rabid puma came to play with it. Plus, NO OTHER parents let their kids play on the couch, and that concept is really hard for my kids to grasp at other people's houses. 

Parenting mistake # one million- Letting my kids play on the couch.

Probably going to be parenting mistake # one million and one- teaching my son to belch while drinking soda.

Substory- Barry and I discovered the most amazing root beer here in Rexburg. It's frothy, and delicious, and amazing, and suddenly no longer in production. We're devasted, like a member of our family is gone. So we've been on an expedition to discover the next best root beer. At least once a week, we come home with a case of bottled root beer, in hopes of replacing our dearly departed friend, "Virgil's".

Back to original Story:

So we're sitting together eating lunch and trying out our new root beer (which failed in the flavor department), when Barry accidentally releases a carbonated burp. Naturally, our five year old, with a sense of humor like a five year, old starts giggling his head off. And so naturally, my husband (with the sense of humor of a five year old) has to show off his skills by letting another one fly. Grayson is absolutely dying... and so of course, I just have to get in on this action. (I have some pretty mad burping skills myself, I was raised with all brothers after all.)

Now everyone at the table is laughing, even the one year old (bring on the emotional scars, poor girl!). Grayson is just begging to try the burping soda and so finally I let him take a swig. And just like magic, out pops a sweet novice burp. It might as well have been a gold medal in the olympics burp, Grayson was so proud and excited.

So we kept going. And kept laughing. Until I thought, "Hmmm... probably shouldn't have taught him that."

But for the moment, it was disgusting... and magical.

(And for the record, my son told me I was a "Super Burper Man". Apparently, I have a super power. Jealous?)