"I'm going to run for prime minister and destroy anyone who comes in my way.
I swear to god, if you even look at me funny I will have my hounds tear your limbs apart and then I will feed those hounds your barbecued limbs. How does that sound?"
"What on earth are you talking about?" Asked my daughter. "I am only 4 years old, you can't honestly tell me that you feel threatened by me?!"
"I don't need to hear you speak right now! I am not done putting fear into the depths of your stomach."
"Oh goodness, papa. How I wish that I could just be put to bed like a normal babe!"
"Enough chit-chat, you cute faced communist! Listen here- if you so much as show your face at tomorrow's town hall debate, then I will sell you for cat food- got it, sister?"
"Papa, I must admit that you have achieved your goal of putting fear into my belly, however I am not afraid for myself, but for ye! You speak like a mad farmer who's been out in the sun all day!"
"I'm gonna turn this light off now and I don't want to hear a PEEP out of this nursery, got it?"
The father stood up from his daughter's bed and crossed the room. He turned off the light and left without another word. The little girl could hear her father descending the stairs.
Once she could no longer hear his footsteps, she jumped out of bed and got to work on her election badges which she planned to give out the next day.
She was going to beat her father in the elections if it was the last thing she did.