Jemma and her dad have an ongoing debate. Whenever Jemma tells him that his feet are stinky he says, "My feet don't stink. They smell like roses." And she'll argue with him, trying to convince him that they don't smell anything like roses, they smell like feet - and stinky feet, at that.I guess she got sick of the argument, because one day she came back from an outing with her babysitter with a bunch of red roses. I wasn't surprised, because Jem often likes to stop on the way home - and she has brought me flowers before... But when I admired them she said, "They're not for you. They're for papa - so he can see what roses smell like."
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