Last night, the subject turned (as it does entirely too often with my children) to bodily noises of the southern variety (read: flatulence, passing gas, toots...you get my drift, pardon the pun.) Angel said "You know, when you go to the bathroom, you have #1 and #2, but they should really have a Number Zero too!" (Knowing I shouldn't, I asked) "Why?" "That's a toot!"
Seriously, where does she come up with these things?