Okay, so I'm not exactly quiet and reserved, but I am polite and many people have described me by using the word "sweet." I don't know if I buy that one, but I have always found it important to have manners, I'm well-spoken, and I'm not unfriendly. So sure, sweet.
The important thing is that I won't hesitate to rip you a new one if you mess with my children. Whether unknowingly or intentionally, don't mess with my babies. Don't attempt to intimidate or bully my children and expect that I won't take the bullet for them or that I won't teach them how to defend themselves. Don't show up at my kid's school expecting to pull one over on me and the teachers and expect that your ass won't get thrown in jail. Don't show up at our house or send our kids your blood money and expect that I won't ask you to leave, and call the police if you don't, or rip up your little "offers" and send them back to you in the mail. Don't believe for one second that my kids won't be armed with the truth. Don't think that you will ever have access to them so that you can use and manipulate them. Don't think that they are your possessions because you still view my husband as an object and expect that I won't be willing to fight to keep them safe for the rest of their lives. Don't think that you will ever be able to get close enough to them to control them.
Or think those things.
But know that you'll have to suffer my wrath if and when you ever attempt them. You haven't seen crazy until you've seen someone mess with Mama Bear Jonsi's babies. I am their defender and I take that job very seriously. I don't care if I end up looking like a growling slobbering lunatic. You mess with them, and you'll have to deal with me.