I love to play blocks with my sixteen-month old daughter. Sometimes she helps me complete my architectural masterpieces by clumsily sitting a new piece atop the structure. Her motor control doesn‚ÄövÑvÂ¥t yet rival Jackie Chan, so I have to hold the lower part of the structure so it won‚ÄövÑvÂ¥t collapse. After the piece is in place, she looks at me triumphantly, as if to say: ‚ÄövÑv Look out Eero Saarinen — there‚ÄövÑvÂ¥s a new sheriff in town!‚ÄövÑvp

At other times, she isn‚ÄövÑv¥t interested in building. She toddles over, a pint-sized Godzilla, stretches both arms waaaaaaay back, and then pounces on the structure, knocking the components of my finely crafted tower helter-skelter. She doesn‚ÄövÑv¥t talk yet, but I just know what she is thinking:

‚ÄövÑv Carthago Delenda Est!‚ÄövÑvp

This is simply more proof that she will grow up to be an inspiring orator and leader of men.