My daughter is really proud of her farts, so proud that every time she hears anything that sounds like one she says, “That was MY toot!” It could be a ketchup bottle, or a chair scooting on the floor, or someone else’s actual fart. So whenever we’re in a public restroom and someone farts in the next stall, of course she yells, “THAT WAS MY TOOT!” and I rush her out the door before the person who did it can come out and see us.