Well what you can't say is it's a boring house.
I had my attitude...ahhh....adjusted...more than once growing up, shocking, I know.
We had two basics to watch out for...
For Mother - Wait till your Father gets home! (Translation - Your ass is grass, GTFO the house now and have as much fun as possible and don't go home till its dark!)
For Father - Wide eyes and any phrase like "Come here" or "Don't make me come back there" (with a hairy arm searching frantically for prey) being the car version.
And yes my smart mouth got me into most of my trouble...but I inherited that so nothing I can do about it.
Something tells me being a friend visiting y'all's homes growing up would have been a hoot...and still might be!