This is a conversation I overheard between my children last night when they were getting their jammies on, and I was in the other room. Daniel: "Launa, smell my feet, they smell like strawberries!" Launa: *sniff*sniff* Daniel: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!! My feet don't smell like strawberries, they smell like a dumpster! I just wanted to make you smell my feet!"
If I hadn't been rolling on the floor myself, I probably would have told him that wasn't very nice. But I guess you can't bust them every time they do something brotherly or sisterly. Someday Launa will get him back.