We were up at the crack of dawn on Monday determined to enjoy the first decent weather after the longest heatwave in D.C. history. Despite all the Jefferson lore I shared, and another obvious choice name of Harry S., Fluffy declared, “George Washington is my favorite president, ” and then asked, “Who is our president right now?”
Me: “Barrack Obama.”
F: giggling, “‘O-ba-ma!’ He-he, that’s funny!”
F: “That’s a funny name!”
…so we had a cupcake under the quote of the opening of the Declaration of Independence. I taught F several lines of the DoI when she was two so we’d have a decent parlor trick. Dance, monkey, dance!