When Otis hears something that he loves (a train, a siren, the ice cream truck) he holds his hand to his ear like this and asks, “Hear it? Hear it?”
Yes, it’s adorable.
The other day I tooted. Yes, I said ‘tooted’ because all of a sudden I grew manners and don’t want to use the word “fart” in public. Who am I?
Anyways, my little guy busts out his little “Hear it?” act, and cups his hand to his ear and looks around suspiciously. A few seconds later he relaxes because he’s figured out what the noise was and confidently answers, “Alarm.”
He thought my precious toot was an alarm? He mistook my adorable and decidedly feminine toot for the sound of impending danger and a warning to everyone to move, beesh, get out the way?