,,No Daddy, don’t shoot.”
>Report Bobby Joe to your father again. We command you to cry and create a pouty lip. Speak to daddy again.< ”No daddy, don’t do it.” >Now look at dad. Open your arms. Wait, wait, wait, Bobby Joe. Wait until daddy picks you up and holds you perched on forearm. …Wait, wait, wait, wait, Bobby Joe. …Very good. Wait. Wait until he lifts you up to your head. Wait. Now, Bobby Joe, break your dad’s neck.<