Gassy rooster

Recently, I took S-phie to the beach for the weekend - no babies, no daddy, just me and the girl (and the grandparents, whose time-share we were free-loading). The gassy girl, which she has always been, from birth on. We're riding in the elevator back up to the condo after a nice swim and it's just me, S-ph, and a man we don't know. Everyone is quiet until S-phie farts quite audibly and then turns and exclaims, "Mama!!!!" I just laughed - I couldn't believe it. When we got out, I said, "S-phie!!" To which she blithely responded, "What? You always do it to me." Touche.