When I am MOPOTUS (the President's Mom)...

Olivia has been on a streak for a few years about wanting to become the President of the United States. I have blogged about this before. I'm surprised this trend hasn't faded.

She has actually always expressed this as a statement. It is not IF but WHEN she is president.

I've gone from amusement to deciding that I have indeed birthed a future POTUS, and it is going to be VERY COOL for Mommy. I like to daydream about all the perks that MOPOTUS will have (Mom of President of The United States; duh?)

I don't know what FLOTUS Michelle Obama's mother wanted, but other than a shared desire to be helpful to our daughters and babysit the grandkids, I am quite certain that's all we will have in common.

You see, I have already requested a wallaby that I can call my very own, and called dibs on an Air Force One plane seat when she jets off to fancy places for summits and meetings. I'll just go take in the North Korean countryside while she's negotiating nuclear disarmament. I might even take the wallaby with me!

My husband wants to pilot Air Force One and Marine One at least once, for fun. He also wants to dine at self-taught chef Damon Baehrel's place in NY, because it's so good it's booked through 2025. Yes, you read that right.

I'm sure Baehrel could clear out a night for POTUS' pop.

So back to MOPOTUS. I was happily imagining how I would put Wally the Wallaby on a leash and take him for hops around the South Lawn. (Did I mention MOPOTUS would be living at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave?)

I might dress him up with bunny ears and hang a basket on him so he can delight the kids at the yearly Easter Egg Roll. I was contemplating if I wanted to buy him a rabbit costume, too.

Olivia had had enough. "Mom, if you embarrass me, I'm going to lock myself in my room."

I am picturing Madame President dashing off and flinging herself face down onto the presidential bed, Secret Service guards in a mad scramble behind her to see what's wrong. "My mom! She's so embarassing!"

If she thinks the aforementioned is bad, wait till I bust out the naked toddler photos of her.

 

 

 When Olivia is President, she promised to get me a wallaby. Like this one, but with both eyes that work.  A male wallaby brought to the Honolulu Zoo in Feb. 2018 underwent surgery to remove the animal’s right eye during a process known as enucleation, which leaves the eye muscles and remaining orbital contents intact. Doctors determined the wallaby may have suffered the eye injury during a fight with another animal. Zoo officials say it will take some time for the wallaby to recover and the animal will not be released back into the wild. Photo from City and County of Honolulu.  I wished I could adopt him and call him Pirate, but alas, I do not qualify as a macropod-approved home. BUT this is what got me started on a wallaby kick. I know, I'm kooky.

When Olivia is President, she promised to get me a wallaby. Like this one, but with both eyes that work.

A male wallaby brought to the Honolulu Zoo in Feb. 2018 underwent surgery to remove the animal’s right eye during a process known as enucleation, which leaves the eye muscles and remaining orbital contents intact. Doctors determined the wallaby may have suffered the eye injury during a fight with another animal. Zoo officials say it will take some time for the wallaby to recover and the animal will not be released back into the wild. Photo from City and County of Honolulu.

I wished I could adopt him and call him Pirate, but alas, I do not qualify as a macropod-approved home. BUT this is what got me started on a wallaby kick. I know, I'm kooky.