A Tale Of Tooting

It always strikes me how much of a boy the Boy is. He likes to break things, and hit things, pee standing up, and thinks flatulence is the height of comedy.

The other morning after his bath, I was patting his little naked tushie and saying something like, "Mummy just wuvs your inky-dinky wittle bummy bum," when he let one rip. On purpose. Right on my hand. He laughed and laughed and laughed.

And, just the day before that, I poked his belly button and he tooted. On purpose. And laughed and laughed.

Why do guys find tooting so funny?