Say What You Mean and Mean What You Say The car is full of teenagers and I am the only adult driving the rowdy bunch home from school. We are a new blended family of 14 children. Luckily, we only had 9 sweet darling children living with us, 8 boys and one girl. All of our lives have made dramatic changes. I am now the stepmom instead of the fun neighborhood mom. The mom who had parties, taught 4-h and was saddling horses for the neighborhood kids to ride gentle nags. This mom had rules and she meant what she said and said what she meant. I gave a straightforward warning, “You all need to be quiet, quit fighting, it isn’t safe for me driving or I am going to stop the car and leave you all on the side of the road.” Then new stepchildren thought this was a game. My big boys new different and warned their new siblings their new mom didn’t lie, “you better stop, she doesn’t lie!” The two nearly 200 pounds football player boys started rocking the back of the car and used their loud, low boisterous voices, the stunning, darling girl in