glossing over
cam: why are you being a butt?
paul: butt.
me: are you being a butt? please stop being a butt.
paul: hm-mm-mm... no, go 'way!
cam: [laughing] i think he was going to sing his butt song.
me: go ahead and sing your song. i'm sorry.
paul: z-y-x... hm-mm-mm, hm-mm-mm, butt.
i wonder if he thought that we were so charmed by his song that we excused his cranky behavior.