Miss April

April: Ok, story time. I'm the teacher and you are my kids.
Daddy: Oh, okay.

She started reading and held the book facing outside for Daddy to look at.
April stuck somewhere, and Daddy was trying to help her.

April: You can't help me. I am the teacher, you are my kid. You don't know things.

Daddy grew tired and laid down to listen.

April: No napping, you only nap at napping time. Now sit up. You sit cross legs and hold your hands in a fist.
Daddy: Oh, okay.

April stopped reading...

April: Where's your friend?

Daddy paused and realized she meant River.
Daddy went to the other room and grabbed River(student #2) over.
...
April's done reading the story.

Daddy: Good job!
April: No, you can't say "Good job", because I am the teacher. Teacher always do good job.