I've been waiting for this!

When I was younger, I used to be a huge Dave Barry fan. His witty yet painfully corny humor kept me laughing for hours. A while ago, for Father's Day I think, Steph bought be Dave Barry's newest book, "I'll Mature When I'm Dead." In a letter to first-time-dads-to-be, Barry describes a very special experience that every father has with his son.

"It will happen when your baby is around three months old. He or she will be lying on his or her back, making random baby movements and sounds, as though communicating with invisible space aliens. Suddenly you and your baby will make eye contact, and something will pass between you. Then you will lean over and -- as millions of fathers have before you -- you will place your mouth on your baby's belly and blow in such a manner as to make a sound like a musk ox breaking wind. This will have a profound effect on your baby. This will strike your baby as the funniest thing that he or she has experienced in his or her entire life. Your baby will laugh, and it will be the purest and best laugh you ever heard. You will laugh, too, and you will have no choice but to re-flatulate the baby's belly, and your baby will think it's even funnier the second time. So you'll do it again, and again, and again, and it will get FUNNIER EVERY TIME. You and your baby will be laughing and drooling like a pair of morons. Which you are, but in a good way."

So needless to say, I had been waiting for this moment. And finally today, Saturday, October 9 it happened.