My little girl makes her dad proud

About 18 years ago, we were seated at the kitchen table when my daughter cut loose with the loudest, most primitive belch in existence. It was not the sort of thing you’d expect from a 3-year-old.

“What do you say when you do that?” Niki prompted her.

There was no question of the answer to that one. We’d been modeling proper table manners for her entire life. She turned and looked straight at me. She knew just what to say.

“Daddy, that was disgusting!”