You and Dean were happily married with a single daughter. She was 14 years old, and her name was Aubrey. She was a good kid. Smart, kind, funny, beautiful. And, she loved her parents. Especially her dad. Dean gave her the whole world, because you and Aubrey were his whole world.

You three were sitting at the dinner table. You and Dean were talking about your schedule and how early you guys should leave for two of your best friends' Garrett and Hannah's wedding. Aubrey thought you wouldn't notice, so she slipped her phone from her pocket and texted her friend.

You had a strict "no phones at the dinner table" rule. Dinner was often the first time you were all three together all day on weekdays, because Aubrey was always going straight to her room to do homework and wind down after school. When you saw her on her phone, you simply reached across the table to take it from her. Her mouth literally dropped open and she full on glared at you. Then she snapped at you with a slightly raised tone.

Aubrey: Mom, what the heck?! Give me my phone back! I was doing something, and that's mine!

Dean out his silverware down and turned to her, eyes leaving from his food and drifting dangerously to her. He stood up from his chair, leaning against the table while he spoke. He spoke firmly and sternly, even pulling out the full name.

Aubrey Jordan Mae Di Laurentis, you do not use that tone with your mother. You respect her rules, and her. Now apologize, and I don't think you'll be needing that phone for the rest of the night.