When our daughter was small, we read her the Maisy the mouse books by Lucy Cousins.
In one of them, Maisy has a train.
Somewhere in the text it reads, “Tooty-toot, Maisy!” whenever the train blows it’s whistle.
So now, whenever someone is gassy, we all yell “Tooty-Toot, Maisy!”
Gabriel, a very typical seven-year-old boy, who just finished a bowl of Kellogg’s Frosted Flakes, is sitting in the large Lazy-boy with his little brother Rainier.
From way over there, I heard the very distinct sounds that send little boys (and their siblings) into gales of laughter.
I told him, “I heard that!”
Gabriel then said, “Imagine if You made a sound like that!”