Mittsy: Oh, Barackie, can I sit in the Chair?
President Obama: Please don't call me Barackie. Only Michelle can call me Barackie. And NO, you cannot sit it the Chair.
Mittsy: Oh, come on, Barack, no one will know. We're behind closed doors. It's been my dream. That's the only reason I accepted your invitation. Please, please, pretty please.
President Obama: Look, Mitt. I won, and the Chair is mine and I can't let you sit in it. But if you must, I'll just stand over here and give you a minute or two to TALK TO IT. You and Clint can compare notes.
Mittsy: Oh, Barack, you are cruel. Are you sure that the turkey chili we're having for lunch isn't made with crow?
And this is as close as Willard Mitt Romney will ever get to the big chair:
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Cute. See also:
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