We ate something in the last couple of days that gave Maggie some major gas this morning. And I mean MAJOR! She ripped off about 7 or 8 during breakfast this morning. Had all of us giggling. We're gross. Anyway, Evie asked Maggie, "What's wrong with you? You're turning into Daddy!!!" Ahhh, mi familia. Wouldn't trade 'em for the world.