The kids always want to wrestle with Daddy. They beg him to wrestle nearly every night. It has gotten to the point where he can only take one of them on at a time because they are so spirited when they wrestle that he fears someone might get hurt. This night they settled for a mini-wrestling tickle-fest. He always holds them down and says, "Who smells like poop?" until they say "Mommy!". However, as soon as they escape they say, "Reversal! Daddy smells like poop and Mommy smells like flowers!"
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