Enola: My nincompoop is too tall for me to kiss him, what do I do?
Eudoria: Punch him in the stomach, then when your boy doubles over in pain, kiss him.
Edith: Tackle him!
Mycroft: Dump him.
Sherlock: Kick your boy in the shin.
Tewkesbury: NO ENOLA! NO TO ALL OF THOSE, JUST ASK ME TO LEAN DOWN!