Of all the tic joints in all the towns in all the world, he walks into this one...

[ciroccoj]

Daniel has tics. Not the insects; the nervous mannerisms. He's had them since toddlerhood, and whenever we get rid of one, another pops up. He's had a hand-shaking thing, a mouth-flattening thing, a winking thing, a repeating-the-last-syllable-of-every-other-word thing, an arm-moving thing, hand-shaking again, yadda yadda yadda.

His latest? Burping.

We spend a great deal of our time stamping out tics. But this one is my full-time job right now, not because he's doing it all that much, but because... burping?? Ffs, no. Just, no.