Growl...from below

I heard Z. growling, so I thought I'd catch a few seconds of it. We were about to go get L. at preschool (which is why she's in her carseat), but isn't that always when things like that happen. My girl had some force to that dirty (cloth) diaper. A bath was in order before we could leave the house. *sigh*
Wait for my Southern twang, then turn up the volume.