No shame in MacKenzie's game

Today MacKenzie and I made a run to Milford, CT.  She needs a special pair of shoes ordered to wear at night.  They don't sell these shoes everywhere, so off we went to the store in Milford where the doctor referred us.  When they asked if they could help us and I explained what we needed it appeared that only one person could measure her.  Little did he know he was in for a treat.

He came out and asked if he could see her feet.  I had dressed her in a little footed jumpsuit (as usual), so I had to undo it a bit for him to get her feet out.  The shoe guy was kneeling right in front of us.  The minute I pull out her feet she farts loudly.  I almost fell over.  I tried to do the "mom" thing and said, "Oh, gosh, I guess we are sharing special noises with our new friends."  I'm sure he was thinking, "how is this my life?  I just got farted on by a 12 week old baby and her mom is calling it a special noise." 

What can I say?  I can't teach a 12 week old what is socially acceptable.  Thus, if she needs to fart, she farts.  It doesn't matter where we are.  She doesn't even blush.