Mr. Obama

The other night Pom wrote a note and stuck it on the wall beside Papa’s bed. It read:

Hi Felix!

There’s a White house meeting at 8,

don’t be late.

- Obama

The moment Papa wakes up, he says to Jing, “Jing! Jing!”
“Yes, Papa,” Jing replies.
Papa looks at Jing’s white T-shirt and baggy pants.
“Are you going like that?”
“Going like what, Papa?”
“You have to hurry, change now. We have to go or we’ll be late!”
“Where Papa? What do you mean?” Jing says confused.
And Papa says firmly: “To the White House!”