A Fine Line in Pooting

Turner woke up from his nap on Saturday just as naked as he fell asleep (he was insistent and I didn't really know how to explain to him that sleeping naked was unusual for little boys without implying a "normal" way to sleep as a little boy). I am rubbing his back and listening to him tell me about a dream. He gets quiet for a second. I hear a noise. He resumes talking. I interrupt him, "Turner. Where are your manners?"

"What?" He really looks surprised.

"I heard you toot. What do you say?"

"I didn't poot Mommy. That was just air coming out of my bottom."

"And how is that different than tooting?"

"Because it doesn't make a noise."

"But I heard it. If it doesn't make a noise, then how did I know you had done it?"

He giggles. "Yeah. Only Mommy's can hear that. Other people won't." 

"Can you hear it?"

He looks at me like I am trying to trick him. "It's MY bottom Mommy. Sure I hear it."