This morning my son learned the art of the Zrbrt.* He was obviously getting bored with breastfeeding, and let one rip. On my boob. Cracked himself up quite a bit, too, the little stinker. I guess that’s what lazy Sunday mornings are for…
Interesting etymology — this term comes from an epsiode of the Cosby Show 20-ish years ago. I still remember little Rudy saying, “Daddy? What does Z-R-B-R-T spell?” Funny how TV affects our vocab.