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Scandel gets it right. ;)
Look at me when I'm talking to you.
I laughed when I read this because I heard myself telling my kid some of this stuff. Especially "You musta lost your damn mind." or, "Oh, you grown now? You think you grown? Imma show you how grown you *think* you are." At that point--sprint, because it's on. But the children know, if they actually try to run, it better be out of state because nothing on this planet is faster than a pissed off mom. She can be wildly overweight and smoke ten packs a day, but if you run, she will catch your ass.
*sigh* And then they grow up and you can't tell them anything. :)
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I can't *imagine* trying to deal with boys! My mom was also a wee short woman and my brother's a tall guy. I remember my brother used to kind of just roll his eyes at my mom without actually rolling them. It was a good trick!
It is true, isn't it? The quieter you get, the more nervous everyone else gets. *G*
Children--they make life really interesting. ;)