Miss Manners

Margot possesses a frat boy's ability to burp, and can really let them rip from time to time.

"Excuse me, Mommy," I prompt her whenever she burps. She understands, and repeats this nicety mostly without prompting these days.

However, she's mangled the phrase a bit. "Buuuuurrrrrppppp." Ah, a satisfying end to a tall sippy cup of apple juice. Margot looks up to see if I am waiting for her social correction.

And then: "So sue me, Mommy."

Well, close enough I guess.