Flora: “Look, mommy! Police cars everywhere.”
We live by the airport, and there are indeed police cars everywhere.
Me: “Yes. There are very important people in Pittsburgh the next two days, so they have lots of police around to protect them.
[after a pause]
Me: “Do you know who the President of the United States is?”
Flora: “No.”
“Okay. The President is in charge of the United States.”
“What’s his name?”
“His name is Barack –”
“Grock?”
“Ba-rack –”
“Ga-rock?”
“Ba, Ba, Barack Obama. Can you say that?”
“Oh, I thought you said Gock.”
“No, honey. Barack Obama.”
“Ba-rock Obama.”
“Very good.”
“Look, more police cars.”
“Yes there are a lot of police cars.”
“Where is the police station?”
Pointing, “Over that way.”
“Let’s go see more police cars!”
“No, honey, look. We just saw four. And there’s five, six, seven… and eight.”
“Eight police cars! Let’s go see 100 police cars.”
“We would have to go downtown for that. And there’s no way.”
Red Pen Mama 
I’m calling him Grock Obama from now on.
Flora will know exactly who you’re talking about!
ciao,
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