Owen was one of most gassy kids I have ever known. He could burp or pass a "delayed burp" almost on demand. When we traveled, the girls would always know it was not a feed lot that we had just passed. They would yell "Owen, you did it again!!" Owen would just slink down in the car seat and grin. All of the windows would be rolled down in the car, winter or summer, until the pungent odor was gone.
Owen also burped a lot. I am speaking about spontaneous man sized burps. I tried to teach him that whenever he burped, it was mannerly to say "excuse me". One day, when I was standing in a long line at a department store waiting to be checked out, he cut loose with a deep and loud burp. Since he was only about 2 years old and very tiny, the lady in front of me turned, and of course, could not see the little tyke standing directly behind her. She literally leered at me with one of the most disgusted looks I have ever seen. About that time, little Owen remembered his manners and piped up with a loud and proud "Scusee Mommie". That really substantiated her reasoning that I was crude.
I was so embarrassed I could barely speak. The lady frowned while looking at me the whole time she was receiving her change. Then, she turned and haughtily walked toward the exit, but not before turning and looking back at me every few steps she took. The older boys thought this was very funny. I went home as soon as my purchases were paid for. Owen got a few more lessons on how to excuse himself.