Mr. New Dad had the baby in his arms and the diaper bag at his feet. About 10 minutes in the baby started to babble, just a little so a bottle was promptly stuck in his mouth. It was an eight ouncer, filled to the top. As Mr. New Dad continued to feed the baby, who was maybe 5 or 6 months old. I wondered to myself, "Huh. When is he going to burp that kid? Huh." As the liquid continued to be consumed I realized, never?
Now there is a lot of standing and sitting in church, each time we stood, I sat back down a little further away from the inevitable, it was just a matter of time before the kid blew. With any luck I'd be in the next pew by then. I glanced around to see if anyone else was on to impending spew. Daydreamers and doodlers, nobody paying attention to the cute baby with the expanding stomach.
I could have said something, but in 5 or 6 months you'd think Mr. New Dad knew this stuff, I just figured any minute now he'll burp the baby. But he waited until the bottle was empty. It was interesting to watch which poor sap was going to get their Sunday best barfed on, kind of like Russian Roulette. Mr. New Dad decided to go with the over the shoulder burp only it was a very juicy 8 ounce burp, right on to the shoes of the guy sitting behind us. I felt bad to because he was one of the church goers that was actually listening to the sermon.
I must give credit where credit is due. The inspiration for this post, Boondock Ramblings: Hmmmm..maybe we'll just find a new church. This woman actually takes her child into church, it's madness I tell you!