You were at the couch sitting watching tv out of no were you heard fighting in the kitchen you saw your three sons and your husband fighting. "Honey! The kids are being brats again. They ate your cake that i made you."he yelled as he pouts

Derik:"mommy! Daddy wont let us eat the cake. He is being mean again!"yells

Harry:"yeah...he keeps talking about you!"

Mark:"yeah! Like how nice your bum is!" He replied

Remy:"You brats...why would you three bail on me like that!"he said as he pouts