“Mommy, Mommy, can I be President someday? Even me?”

“Well, Johnny, they’ve always said anyone can grow up to be President – and now I believe it.”

“Great! I’m going to be like President Trump! First, I’m going to borrow money from the kids at school so I can start a candy shop at recess. I’ll sell the cheap candies from the big box store for a high price. I’ll make lots of money.”

“You’ll have to share that with your classmates, honey. They’re giving you the money to start your little business.”

“Mom, no, no, no. They get stock, not money. I keep the money.”

“I don’t think they’re going to like that, dear.”

“That’s okay. I’ll call them names if they complain. I’ll call them communists.”

“Do you know what a communist is, dear?”

“Doesn’t matter. It sounds un-American.”

“I don’t know about that, Johnny. You could get into trouble.”

“Nah, Mom! No way. Then I’m gonna pull the girls’ pony tails. And push the weaker boys down on the playground. The other guys will think I’m tough!”

“Now Johnny, stop right there. You are not going to do these things. They are not nice. How would you like someone to do them to you?”

“You don’t get it, Mom. If you do them first, nobody is fast thinking enough to do them back to you. They’re on the defensive, Mom!”

“Your father would never do such things. Don’t you want to be like your father?”

“Dad’s okay; but Mr. Trump is President! If I’m going to grow up to be President, I have to start now!”