Sam was at the table having a snack while I was getting dinner ready. I happened to be enjoying a delicious Diet Coke at the time, the carbonation got the best of me, and I let out a little burp. From the table I hear a sweet tiny voice: "scuse you Mama."
Uh huh. Yes, please do excuse me for my gaseous indiscretion, Sir.
This from the one who at least once a day enters a room and announces, "I pooped again Mama!"
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