Walking to the car with my 9-year-old son Ben, I had a moment of manly inspiration.  I let out a healthy burp with the only intent of impressing him.

As I inhaled for a second belch, I was startled to find out that my son has unlimited burping capacity.  The boy must have rattled off a dozen spontaneous burps, before I could even respond.  My boy is apparently an air expulsionary protege.

Never before have I been so proud at something so questionable.  Never will I forget that it is best not to challenge a 9-year-old at a juvenile game.