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So last night we went to Mom and Dad's for dinner. Mom grilled steaks and cooked corn on the cob. Everyone eats, Ron and Sarah are taking off, Dad is inside with Ryan, me, Mom, and Cara are on the back deck with all the kids. They're running around screaming, Cade keeps touching Emily, making her scream and cry, so we're calling her Drama. I tell Cade to stop touching her. He pays no attention. Andy is trying to spit out his last bite of steak and we're telling him that he has to eat it. Christian has "what about me? sydrome" lately, so as we're yelling at everyone, I wait for him to say "what about me, Mom?" Finally, we've had enough, so I turn around and yell, "Cade, quit touching Emily! Don't look at her, don't talk to her, don't go within 5 ft of her! Drama, quit screaming and crying! He's not hurting you! Andy, eat your food! And everyone quit screaming!" Christian looks down at me (we're sitting at the patio table on the lower deck) and says, "Blah blah blah blah blah!", including the hand motion next to his mouth. As we 3 moms sit there trying really hard not to crack a smile, or God forbid let out a giggle, I think that Ron and Sarah are really in for it if their boy acts like mine.