Every now and then, the Sorenson clan gets a hankering to play Flour Tower.
Daddy sliced with a steady hand tonight . . .
. . . but the tower had become pretty rickety by the time Daniel's turn came along . . .
. . . and after knocking it down he had to fish the penny out with his teeth.
Dude, your face matches your shirt.
Papa knocked the tower down in the second round, . . .
. . . then Joy toppled it in the third round. Don't feel too bad for her, though.
She did it on purpose.
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