After dinner Friday night, Rachel burped loudly. "Excuse me!" she said, startled.
Matthew was understanding: "That's okay, Mama: sometimes you burp; sometimes you poop your underwear. These things happen."
(Last Saturday was Grandma Johnson's funeral, which Matthew's gut chose as the occasion to grace him with explosive diarrhea. He didn't make it to the bathroom in time. Rachel knew it was an accident, and told him, "These things happen.")
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