A threat to Daddy

I had a function tonight, so Landon picked the girls up from campus and brought them home. They played, he bathed them and was trying to dress them, when Quinn decided to start wrestling. We're trying to dial bedtime back an hour, so he was trying to keep their rough housing to a minimum. Quinn took a run and tackled Cora; Cora laughed; Landon told them to quit and peeled them apart. Quinn stepped around and from a different angle tackled Cora from behind; Cora laughed, he told them to quit and peeled them apart. Quinn did it again and caught Cora the wrong way; Cora started to whine; Daddy got frustrated. 

Landon used a harsh tone when he told Quinn, "Quinn, stop it! That's enough!"

Quinn burst into tears (because she is hardly ever scolded). 

Cora (as always; it sounds like this story is on repeat) went to Quinn and started talking softly and sweetly to her, "It's OK baby, don't cry. It's OK Quinnypoo."

Landon was sitting indian style (criss-cross apple sauce? the description just doesn't work for a 33 year old man) on the floor.

Cora walked over and stood eye to eye with Landon. "Don't you EVER scare her again". 

He protested, saying that Quinn might hurt someone and he had to tell her to stop because it is bedtime. 

Again, deadpan and serious, "Don't you EVER scare her again".

Don't mess with little sister, folks, cause big sister is watching!