Mr. President

Cousin Molly is here for a few days for a visit. Last night while I was preparing dinner, the kids were playing and I overheard Donny say, "Come on Michelle we are going to be late to the Pentagon." "Okay, I'm coming Barack!" Donny and Molly were running from room to room. All while Donny was giving Molly a rundown of the important military meetings he was to attend. Meanwhile, Abigail came floating in wearing her Cinderella dress singing into her makeshift microphone (the floor lamp from her dollhouse), stopped at my feet and asked where the hexagon was because she was late.