This one is me, the Ibex-ho-octo-flam-tiger.
Here is esposo, who turns out to be an Ibex-ele-fro-at-rattlesnake. (And, dear? Our son gave you those ears, not me!)
And last but certainly not least, here is our son, the Pea-ele-conda-cra-fly-crocodile.
Genetically speaking, if esposo and I both have Ibex horns, son probably should have them also, but those peacock feathers must be a recessive gene. Like his blonde hair, I suppose.