Between the "tsk tsk tsking" and the "it's just a phasing" it would be nice to find a middle road.
The last time rude boy got way out of hand was last Friday and at which time I told him he "owed me a day". Yesterday was the day. Mo had to help me off-load three yards of garden dirt and stack a half cord of wood. Exhaustion will sap the sass right out of anyone. It also provided us with several uninterrupted hours to discuss what the heck was going on.