I never looked her directly in the face - my health plan doesn't cover being turned to stone.
Obama: Just think, momma, I'm going to be President. What do you think of that?
MIL: Damn, that Cloris Leachman is old. She should be ashamed.
Obama: Momma, I'm going to be President. We want you to move in with us when we get to Washington.
MIL: I ain't moving to DC. You get your head knocked in going to the grocery store. It makes South Side look like Fresno.
Obama: Just think. President.
MIL:If she shakes that thing much more, stuff gonna start falling off.