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Farm Baby, now about two and a half years old, is deeply enamored of giving everyone around her scripts and lines to say. (Usually, repetitively. “Daddy, say ‘where’s your water?’” Dad gamely says, “Where’s your water?” ( she reveals water cup hiding under other cup, squeals with laughter) “aunt B, say ‘where’s your water?’” (I obediently say my line) (she repeats action, repeats squeal of laughter) repeat for every person present then start over, until some other distraction occurs.)
Tonight at dinner her father put his chin in his hand and said, “Kid, I think you’re gonna be either a director or a dictator.”
“Daddy why do you say that?” Farm Baby asked.
“Because you like giving everyone scripts to act out,” he answered. “What do you think? Director, or dictator?”
She considered it, put her head on one side, and squeaked happily, “Dictator!”

Farm Baby, now about two and a half years old, is deeply enamored of giving everyone around her scripts and lines to say. (Usually, repetitively. “Daddy, say ‘where’s your water?’” Dad gamely says, “Where’s your water?” ( she reveals water cup hiding under other cup, squeals with laughter) “aunt B, say ‘where’s your water?’” (I obediently say my line) (she repeats action, repeats squeal of laughter) repeat for every person present then start over, until some other distraction occurs.)
Tonight at dinner her father put his chin in his hand and said, “Kid, I think you’re gonna be either a director or a dictator.”
“Daddy why do you say that?” Farm Baby asked.
“Because you like giving everyone scripts to act out,” he answered. “What do you think? Director, or dictator?”
She considered it, put her head on one side, and squeaked happily, “Dictator!”
