What's That Sound, Mommy?

Will has an amazing sense of sound. He can hear everything. Like today at church, he could hear the squeaking door open at the back of the chapel and he turned to look to see who was coming in. He hears cars, me-mail trucks, garbage trucks, motorcycles, and airplanes outside. He always puts his hand in cupping shape up to his cheek (not his ear) and ask, "What's that sound, Mommy?" Sometimes I'll say that I don't know and he'll say that it's "probably" a motorcycle. He uses the word probably a lot lately. Anyway, he usually recognizes the sound properly. He knows the sound of the garage door opening, the refrigerator, the computer, and the list goes on and on. If he were in Elder's Quorum a couple of weeks ago, he would have asked Daddy, "What's that sound?" after Jack passed gas (several times) during the lesson. Apparently the men all got a kick out of it. Most be a guy thing.