Living with five men (or men in training) is beautiful symphony of noises that all seem to relate to gas.  Even the two year old loves to yell "Daddy pooted!  Mommy pooted!  I pooted!".  The 1yo has taken to making poot  noises with his mouth after anyone passes gas in his presence.  

I tried to inform the men at dinner that it just wasn't appropriate to burp or poot at the table.  After I said that, my hubby let out a poot that shook his chair and was met with a chorus of "Who rocks? Daddy rocks!"   He then did some macho-muscle-flexing, that was definately more than mildly sexy.  Like a good little flirt, I gave him a look that started out with a smirk and ended with "bedroom" eyes.  So, he won...again!