Elevator shenanigans

What better indicator of the pure, unadulterated, uninhibited mindset of a four-year old than the following anecdote:

We were on the elevator back down to the parking lot today, after Ava's (very successful, tears-free, cavity-free) dental visit this morning.  She was full of post-appointment swag from the Dentist's highly coveted basket-o-goodies, ranging from a chintzy rainbow heart bracelet to an eraser in the shape of a tooth, and was pleasantly admiring them. We were only traveling from the third floor down to the first, so the whole trip was less than 30 seconds total.

As the elevator bell went "Ding!" to signify the end of our journey, and the doors opened onto floor one, a crowd consisting of a mailman, an elderly woman with a cane, and an employee of the adjacent Auto Center waited patiently for us to exit the elevator and then stepped on themselves.

The whole walk out to the car, Ava covered her mouth, giggling copiously.

"What's so funny?" I asked her once, and then again.

She answered in more giggles, which soon evolved into uncontrollable belly laughter.

It wasn't until we were in the car, pulling out of the parking lot, that she stopped giggling long enough to let me in on the hilarity:

"Momma?"

"Yes?"

"Right before we got off the elevator....I tooted. Three times! And it really really stunk!!"