So what are we up to Lisa?
It's a Laundr-o-mat.
In the afternoon, mom had to run some errands.
"Darren!"
"Matthew!"
"Darren!"
"Come here"!
But getting the kids out of the house proves to be a big battle.
Go get your clothes on.
No!
Get a shirt on now!
Go get your shoes on.
You're going to get dressed, Devin.
Stop!
Finally we managed to make it to the car but things didn't get any easier.
You've got two seconds to get that seatbelt on
or I'm throwing this sword in the garbage can.
No! You're going to give it to me.
Once again it was Devin who drew his sword
and he started to kick off all over again.
You're not getting it. Ouch.
Enough!
And Lisa was like, "That's it. Out the car, we're not going."
Let's go guys.
I'm so sick of fighting with them. It sucks.
And the decision you've made is what?
Not to go anywhere.
To never get anything done half the time.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
This little boy was dictating a whole family
and what they were going to do.
Devin's the boss of this house. However Devin feels is what we decide to do.
It really sucks to be controlled by Devin. He's only six and it sucks that he runs our whole life.
You're ready to go now?
Alright, Devin's ready. Let's go guys.
Well, after waiting around for a while,
the king of the castle decided it was time for us to go.
And there we were, take two.
Devin's ready. Try again.
Do not push my face again!
Now that is it Devin. I've had it.
Sometimes I feel like pulling my hair out. I was pissed.
Stop hitting me. Stop!
Smacking Devin obviously wasn't stopping him.
We've managed to make it out the driveway and within seconds the boys were at it again!
Sit down!
(Boys screaming and fighting)
Don't bite me.
We'd only driven two blocks when Lisa had to stop the car to put Devin back in his seatbelt.
Just stay there because we're just going home.
And unbelievably, Mom drove all the way back home
and Devin got his own way.
If they can't act right in the car, we just go home and we don't go anywhere.
This was such a big ordeal and they achieved absolutely nothing.
You're all going to your room until Johnathan comes home.
I've had it. It's done. It's over. I'm done.
Go to your room!
I've had enough.
It's never ending. It never stops.
"Hey buddy!"
Lisa had just had it.
And before she was about to throw in the towel, the man of the house walked in.
Thank God! They've been terrible.
Devin!
Matthew!
Jared!
Straight away, John started barking out those orders.
Put the sand down!
Put it down!
That's enough! Up!
John's a little scary.
He yells so loud that he sounds like a lion.
Get a towel now! Clean it up!
It's not funny!
This floor is going to be ruined now. All the water's underneath it.
You think that's funny?
I don't think it's too funny.
I scare them by raising my voice and they do what they're told.
I'm fine with that.
Sit down and start eating the rest of it!
Sit down!
It makes me angry that the boys give John more respect
than they give me
because I'm the one that is with them all the time.
I should be the one that gets the respect.
Not everybody else.
This house is just run on intimidation and aggression.
It's not working.
Lisa and John just need to find another way in dealing with things.
You can eat soap!
Yeah, oh yeah. Your sister ate it. I didn't tolerate her spitting and I'm not tolerating you spitting.
There I was watching Mom put soap in Hayden's mouth.
I want to begin with this. I want to apologize
Because dad's made a lot of mistakes. A lot.
I have a hard time looking Alex in the eye and it's because I am ashamed.