Three thoughts on a baby’s burp:
1. It is absurdly cute when a baby burps. Sometimes the burp fits the baby. Sometimes, as with the disproportionate ratio of baby’s head to baby’s body, the burp is oversized, alarming. A man’s burp. (Ditto for gas on the other end.)
2. Not only is the baby burp cute, it is satisfying. For everyone involved, I mean. For the burping assistant (that would be me), the burp may bring an enormous sense of accomplishment. “YES! I got one!”
3. Often, my attempts to burp her result only in my own emission. You know the “turn on the faucet and you have to pee” phenomenon? Could it be something like that? Seriously, almost every time I begin patting T’s back, up comes my own bubble.
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