Once when I was in 7th or 8th grade, one of my friends told me in all seriousness after she heard me burp out loud that if I didn’t stop doing things like that I would never get a boyfriend.
Look at me, perpetuating the cycle. I’m sorry Rosie, it looks like there’s little hope for you.
(Ironically, the timer that goes off at the end of the video is the one that helps Rosie know it’s time for the next thing—in this case, putting on her pajamas. Such a responsible parenting thing to do! And yet …)