Tooters

So my lovely 7yo daughter comes into my office the other night to tell me goodnight. "Night, Daddy." We hug and kiss. "Night, night, baby." Then she gets a sheepish sort of look on her face."I have tooters." She'd had a bean quesadilla for dinner. "Well," I said, "That's ok. Everybody gets tooters." She knows this, though, and isn't typically embarrassed about gas, so the comment puzzles me