Snort

Today was cookie-making day. This means we are allowed, legally, to eat all the raw dough we like, in every stage of preparation: the butter/sugar stage; the butter/sugar/egg/vanilla stage; the butter/sugar/egg/vanilla/flour/baking soda/salt stage; and the butter/sugar/egg/vanilla/flour/baking soda/salt/chocolate chip stage. (I fuss, of course, when Allie and Ben eat too much of the raw batter, but they are quick to run after dipping out huge spoonfuls.) Then I am allowed to eat the three cookies that made it to completion, in their warm stage, their slightly cooled stage, and their fully cooled stage. This is why I am now sick.

While I was making these cookies, Allie burped loudly a couple of times, causing Allen to lecture her on decorum and femininity. Allie wondered why she can't burp freely when no one else is around, but Allen warned she will grow so comfortable burping loudly in private that she will forget herself in public. And burp loudly. He also informed her that he never hears her mother burping loudly.

Therefore, moments later, when she was aiming to please, yet feeling further need for release, Allie burped quietly in her mouth. I smiled encouragingly, granting her an "A" in femininity, but in an attempt to giggle quietly, she snorted loudly.

Sigh.