To be fair, usually when he starts I shove a muffin in his mouth or something.
Mateo's nine; he's like a mini Scott, really. Gives away his pudding at school, a total goodie-two-shoes. I'm worried. Gabriella's six; she's the only non-werewolf in the bunch. Wants to be a nurse like her Grandmother, gives us hell pretty much constantly. And Clara's the baby; she's still at Black Canary screaming-levels.