Our life before moving to Washington was filled with simple joys. . . Saturdays at soccer games, Sundays at grandma's house. . . and a date night for Barack and me was either dinner or a movie, because as an exhausted mom, I couldn't stay awake for both.
Wendy: Sir, you are both ungallant and deficient! Peter: How am I deficient? Wendy: You're just a boy.