Vote for my mother. I carry children’s books on the car. Along with the SS agents, my nanny, and the press.
And a bottle of Hot Sauce!
Hey, did you catch her speech at the DNC about her childhood with this magnificent mother?
I especially loved the “story” about how they spent their Sundays when she was a child.
“Every soccer game, every softball game, every piano recital, every dance recital, Sundays spent together at church and the local library.”
Funny, I don’t recall them leaving the White House and going to church every Sunday, followed by trips to the local library (which was probably closed on Sunday).
What do you expect from a kid raised by pathological liars?
PS: I breastfeed!