By Molli Nickell
Once upon a time, eight-year old Sammie Mac struggled with his homework assignment to write a letter to the President of the United States. He couldn't decide what to say until his mom suggested he write what was in his heart. And so he did.
Dear Mr. President,
How are you?
I am sad because Daddy told me our vacation trip to Washington was not gonna' happen because the White House doors were locked shut. Mommy said it was 'cause the carpets had been cleaned and were wet.
Daddy called Mommy Pinocchio nose. She gave him her squinty eye look and said, "No dessert for you Buster." HAHAHA! She forgot his name is Charlie.
I asked Daddy when he thought we could go inside our White House. He said the doors would be unlocked on the same day Hel . . . sinki freezes over.
I hope that's soon.
Sincerely, your friend, Sammie Mac
P.S. Daddy made a YouTube video of me reading this letter to share with Gram and Gramps.
The very next day, Sammie Mac wrote a second letter.