Boys, boys, boys

A couple weeks ago I wrote about Cameron and his friend, Ben, whose mother is British. Because he spends so much time with her, he, too, has a bit of a British accent.

This time when they were in the car, I forbid any stories that dealt with toilets or poop. So they started singing songs about toilet and poop. I had to clarify myself and make it clear that I didn't want to hear anything about toilets or poop in any type of way.

So instead, they discussed which letters of the alphabet they could burp.

I wonder if you can actually burp with a British accent.