“There’s an elephant and a giraffe quarrelling in there,” said Eve after letting out a very noticeable fart in the kitchen this evening. I said, “WHAT?!” She shrugged and said, “Dad has a duck in his pants, I have an elephant and a giraffe quarrelling in mine.” Like that’s no big deal. She seems to have inherited both her flatulence and her sense of humor from her father!