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.
No kidding. I was very young when that episode aired, and I still remember seeing it in prime-time. And I've used that term for that particular thing ever since.
Posted by: Tiff on February 26, 2004 09:22 PM