SINCERELY YOURS...

I was getting ready to go to work the other night when my eye got caught on my son Patrick, who was sitting at the computer looking straight at the screen like hypnotized! All of a sudden his little fingers would hit the keyboard like an electric discharge coming straight from his little brain.

_Patrick what are you doing?

 -Homework, he answered without even looking at me

-I see, and what kind of homework is it?

-Politics mom!

-I see! Social Studies?

- No mom, real politics! I am writing to the President of the Unites States!

- About?

-Our family.. He replied very satisfied and his fingers went back to the keyboard.

The next morning when I came back home I noticed that Patrick had left the piece of paper he was printing the night before. I grabbed myself a cup of coffee and sat on the couch while I read my 10 year old son’s master piece.

“Dear Mr. President, I am Patrick and I am a citizen of your country. I was born American and I want to die American. Would you please stop trying to help everybody around the world? My mom always says that “Charity starts at home” and USA is home for me. I am a consumer of all its products: chocolate milk, m & m’s, pizza and toilet paper. I am afraid we won’t have enough of this if we keep trying to buy all the countries of the world. Is that what you are trying to do Mr. President? Maybe you are having problems because your Credit Card has expired! Or maybe your check bounced! So sad!

I just hope that Biladen will be caught soon. My daddy says that he’s probably a woman now (a sex change he says) and she might be working as a hooker in New York and you will never find him! I wanted to be a soldier but my mommy says that it will be over her dead body, so I guess I will have to wait until she dies. So sad! I asked her for a brother the other day and she looked at me weird and said she might buy me a dog because they are cheaper.

Mr. President I’m worried! My daddy says that we are going to end up shopping for food in the dog section! And my mom stuck her head inside our empty refrigerator the other day and screamed and there was an echoooooo! I think my parents are loosing it! But it’s ok! I’m just waiting to be the President of the United States and I will support them. I will paint the White House in a different color, probably blue, and I will lower the price of milk and candy so every kid can have some. I will also play hide and seek like you are doing with Biladen. By the way…Have you checked New York to see if my daddy is right?

The last thing I wanted to ask you is if my friend Billy is going to have his dad coming home for Christmas. He is fighting your war in Iraq too.

My teacher gave us this project and that is why I am writing you today. She said, “Talk to someone you admire but you don’t understand” and that is  you Mr. President.

 Sincerely yours

, Patrick