[ WP ] The president is a three year old . You are the vice president .

`` Ms. Vice President?'' he called in a worried voice. 
 
 `` Yes, Mr. President?'' 
 
 `` I, um, I had an accident.'' He bursts into tears. `` Where's mommy? I want my mommy!'' 
 
 `` Yes, right away, Mr. President.'' To the adviser, `` Can we get the first mother in here, pronto?'' He nods and leaves the room to make a call. 
 
 `` She'll be here right away. What can I do to help in the mean time?'' I kneel next to him. 
 
 Between sobs he manages to speak somewhat coherently. `` Can, *sniff* you help, *sniff* change my, *sniff* sheets *sniff?'' 
 
 `` Yes, of course.'' I make a bee line for his room and begin to take off the stained Superman sheets. His favorite. Poor lil feller. I send off his sheets to be washed and put on his second favorite set, Thomas the Tank Engine. 
 
 By this time his mother has arrived and was washing him up. Within minutes he's dressed and ready for the day ahead. He goes and climbs into his seat at his desk. He opens the top right drawer and pulls out a coloring book and some Crayolas. 
 
 `` What does the agenda look like today?'' He asks to no one in particular. 
 
 `` Well, you actually have a light day. You have a meeting at 9 with the cabinet. Then you have your daily lessons from 10:15 til lunch... At 4 you have Peter's birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese. Then you are doing an AMA ( Ask Me Anything ) on a website called Reddit.'' I read off to him while he listens intently, coloring a dope bear. 
 
 He looks up, `` Good, good... I really like my 4 o'clock. But what is this AMA you said?'' 
 
 I explain to him the logistics and he seems intrigued. 
 
 `` Will someone be reading them to me?'' 
 
 `` Yes of course, Mr. President.'' I respond nonchalantly. 
 
 `` Yayyyy!'' He's super excited as he goes back to his bear. `` Is it breakfast? I want pancakes!''
