Paul and I are veggin' out, watching Texas and Bama...
When out from the kitchen comes the loudest, longest, most manly belch either of us have heard in a while.
We both look in the direction of the kitchen. Then look at each other.
Paul: Who was that?!
Me: Oh my God!
Paul looks at the kitchen again.
Paul: I don't know.
Me: Holy! That was like a man burp!
Paul: Geez... I know.
Me: Maybe Carter? (a friend of Zach's)
Paul: (yells out) Who was that?
Zayd: What. (he says this is a voice that is surprisingly low)
It's Zayd? Nine-year-old Zayd?
Paul: (imitates him for me) Whhhaaaat.
Me: What the? His voice sounds lower.
Paul: I know! (laughing)
Me: Do you think he is hitting puberty early or something?
Paul: God I hope not.