Jet Propulsion

Zeca and I are sitting in bed reading a book before bed time. I look out the window and see that the forecasted snow has begun to fall. I sigh and tell Zeca that I don't want it to snow. I must sound quite pathetic because she says, "You wanna hug, mama?" I say that I do and we embrace. I am enjoying the rather lengthy hug when she pulls away suddenly, tilts her head and says, "You faht, mama?" I am perplexed and say, "No...I didn't fart". She furrows her brow and eyes me suspiciously, "What's that noise?" I then hear it, an airplane is flying over the house. Apparently, my farts are as loud as jumbo jets.