Like the time my mil invited us to lunch where my hubby's evil ex was waitressing, along with the pastor who married us and his wife. She kept trying to get me to step outside so the ex could hang out. Awful until my 20 month old son stabbed her with a butter knife, on top of her jeans, no real injury. But I've never loved my son more than at that moment. Tell me that's not loyalty! From the baby, not the mil;)