We were at a baptism on Sunday. It was quiet and peaceful. The speakers had just been announced, and everyone was sitting quietly when a loud, rumbly toot was heard to echo through the room. It was Sam. She was sitting on Tom's lap, so she got some nice acoustics to it. The room was still totally silent when Brooke leaned across her friend and I and (loudly) whispered, "Dad! Was that you?!?!?"