I spoke with Reid on the phone on Thursday. As I was wrapping up the conversation, I reminded her that there were only two more sleeps before Ken and I would be there. Reid answered, in a disinterested voice, I know. Feeling proud of her independence, and maybe a little sad she wasn’t looking forward to seeing me, I asked her if she had saved me any kisses and hugs or if she’d given them all away. After a long pause, Reid said, I have something to tell you and it doesn’t have anything to do with kisses. And then she belched. Right in my ear. In her clear, sweet voice she said, Excuse me. That wasn’t very smart but if it had come out the other end, it would have been a fart. There were giggles on her end of the phone. (Surprise!) I asked who taught her the rhyme expecting Dylan or Brock or Shea but she proudly told me that it had been Aunt Karin. It’s good to know my sister is playing Miss Manners with Reid! I’ll have the principal call Aunt Karin when Reid teaches everyone in the second grade her poem and the other parents call to complain.