Now She's the Dictator

Last night, Caton told Weslie to go get her teeth brushed and to get ready for bed. Weslie protested...like normal...and the following conversation ensued:

Caton: Weslie, I'm not asking you, I'm telling you to go brush your teeth. This is not a democracy...this is a dictatorship. Weslie, do you know who the dictator is (as he cuts his eyes my way.)

Weslie: It's WESLIE!!!

I dont think she got the meaning of that one.