Reverse Flatulence?
Jabin pulled over the antique white metal stool to within a foot of the stove top and climbed up on it.
"I'm going to watch you make the food," he said, settling his rump down and swinging his legs.
"Okay," I said, then continued chopping tomatoes for tonight's pasta salad.
"I'm going to sit wight heah," he pointed out.
"Alright." My eyes stayed on the sharp knife and Romas.
Suddenly, I heard a pretty significant belch erupt from his little mouth. I glanced at him as he broke into a fit of hilarity (as little boys do at that sort of thing.)
"My mouf fahted!" he exclaimed.
"I'm going to watch you make the food," he said, settling his rump down and swinging his legs.
"Okay," I said, then continued chopping tomatoes for tonight's pasta salad.
"I'm going to sit wight heah," he pointed out.
"Alright." My eyes stayed on the sharp knife and Romas.
Suddenly, I heard a pretty significant belch erupt from his little mouth. I glanced at him as he broke into a fit of hilarity (as little boys do at that sort of thing.)
"My mouf fahted!" he exclaimed.