Evening festivities

After dinner as I was cleaning the kitchen, the boys were in the den playing "wrestle". I'm still not sure of all the rules, but I can hear them fighting, crying, laughing, snorting and snickering.
Reed: you go here and I'll go there and we'll wrestle all the times.
Nolan: ok, but this time there's no biting in this game.
10 seconds later, Reed comes crying into the kitchen..."Nolan sticked his stinky foot in my face, called me a cry-baby, and then bit my bum! Waaaah!"