Lizzy stands in the doorway blocking the entrance. She lifts one finger and shakes it. "No, you two will go sit on that couch for the next ten minutes and remind yourselves silently the influence you are having on your sons. And if you push me you will not be eating dinner in my house at all tonight." Lizzy says. "Lizzy..." Bo starts. "No. My six year old son will not be influenced into thinking that it is alright to be wrestling indoors. Sit and think." Lizzy says.