Shouty Shouty

Oh how I wish I was one of those Mum's who serenely steers the ship of calmness through the choppy waters of family life. I would like to say I am the master of my inner shouty monster, but I would be lying.
Listening to the kids when they are playing nicely I feel happy to claim some credit via the role modelling I have done. However when it goes to custard, and things get all Shouty-Shouty, I am forced to admit I probably had a primary role in modelling that behaviour also.
Little Miss is a particularly faithful copier of my behaviour and perhaps that is it's taken me so long to notice my yelling.  The boys simply ignore me and I yell louder. Then they ignore me more and I yell louder. (when I put it like that the cycle becomes quite obvious).
But these days when I have to shout to be heard, Little Miss immediately shouts back at me, then turns to the boys and repeats the instruction over and over again.  She increases the effect by getting steadily louder and moving right up infront of them until she is yelling in their face. The boys yell back simply to be heard over the cacophony. It's like living in a cavern system with digital enhancement.
She also copies my tone of voice, or anything the boys say that gets a reaction.
'This dinner looks like snot' Big Brother says
One look will effectively shut him up, but Little Miss, the piranha of attention,  goes into repeat mode.
'Snot, Snot, I don't like snot. This looks like snot. I don't like eating snot. Why do I have to eat more snot than the boys. It's not fair!'
By that time I hit the decibel chart right up top.
 'It's NOT SNOT!'I yell, then add quietly attempting too late to be graceful ' It's frittata.'