Bec burps more than ever before - which is a pretty high volume amount of burps.
I've determined that this isn't merely gas, but coded messages from the Butterbean. It's like a prisoner tapping out his Morse action on bars after the screws have turned out the lights. The Butterbean wants us to know something, but mostly it seems to be his dream to belch the alphabet.
Soon as I break his code, I'll reply by strawberrying out messages on Becky's belly.
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