I don't own Reba

"Get upstairs," Reba scolded her children, "now."
She gave each of them a light swat on the way up. Then she went to calm herself down. Kyra and Jake were arguing and broke Reba's windshield with a baseball bat in the car. Cheyenne should have been more responsible and stopped them. She thought about how she was going to deal with it and then decided. Each child was at a different age so each punishment would have to be different. Jake was 3 so he required mild punishment. A lecture would sacrifice as punishment. Kyra was 9 so that was old enough to know better. She would be grounded for 3 weeks and have to do extra chores. Cheyenne would have to miss her friend Becky's party. She should have stopped them from doing that.
Brock got home to Cheyenne and Reba fighting, both yelling at the top of their lungs.

"I HATE YOU," Cheyenne yelled, "YOU ARE SO UNFAIR!"

"YOUNG LADY YOU OWE ME AN APOLOGY!"

"SO NOT GONNA HAPPEN"

"What is going on," Brock asked

"Mom's mean," Cheyenne said

"Why is mom mean," Brock asked

"Cause she's making me miss Becky's party"

"REBA! Why are you making her miss Becky's party"

"Kyra and Jake got into a fight and they broke my windshield while I was in the store paying for something"

"Wait a second," Brock said, "KYRA and JAKE broke the windshield?"

"Correct"

"Then what is Cheyenne being punished for?"

"She's 14 years old," Reba said, "She should have stopped it"

"I think you're expecting a little too much of Cheyenne," Brock said.

"What! I'm expecting her to be responsible. Well shoot me and call me a bad mom for expecting my kid to be responsible."

"Reba you're not expecting her to be responsible," Brock said, "You're expecting her to be responsible for her brother and sister. That's unfair"

"So you're siding against me now Brock. That's great. You be the good guy. I'm always the bad guy"

"Reba I never said you were always the bad guy but you did unfairly punish Cheyenne"

"I did not. I expect her to control her brother and sister and I expect YOU to control what's in your pants"

"WHAT!"

"I see the way you look at that new dental assistant of yours. You get a bulge every time you look at her"
What Brock did next was partly out of spite and partly because Reba was being unfair.

"Cheyenne," he said, "Get your bag packed. I'll drive you to your friends house for the party."
Reba glared at him as Cheyenne happily went upstairs.

"This is a warning," Brock said to Reba calmly, "The next time you are angry with me don't you dare take it out on the kids. If you do so help me GOD I will get mad at you"
Reba sighed as she looked at her husband. Cheyenne came back down.

"We'll talk about my so called bulge when I get back," Brock said and slammed the door.