As soon as the big kids were out of the car and the doors had shut, Henry, in a calm voice, ordered: "Drive."
"Drive where?" I asked. "Home?"
"No home."
"Then where?"
"To the White House," he said.
"To the White House? Why?"
"Obama lives there."
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I don't know what to make of this.
4 comments:
hmmm. that's weird.
Sounds like an issue for the Secret Service.
lol especially with that face. so funny.
Tell him just to take deep breaths and recite, "Only four more years...only four more years..."
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