We went into Mr. D's room together first thing this morning to share with him the news of Barack Obama's President-Elect status. He seemed pleased, although also concerned about the feelings of his good friend B at school, who was a committed McCain supporter.
At breakfast, Mr. D thoughtfully shared: "I would like, not to be President, but to be a part of that family."
"Really," we said. "Can you tell us a little more about that?"
"Well," he continued, eating his breakfast with a sly grin, "if I was in that family, I would live in the White House, and I would just keep calling down to ask them to bring up more doughnuts."
Okay then. Good to know.