Me: Look, Piglet! We're getting a new President!
Piglet: Presents?
Me: No, Pres-i-dent. Can you say that?
Piglet: Piglet wants presents.
Me: There are no presents. It's not your birthday or Christmas.
Piglet: No.
Me: Look! That's the old President, and that's the new President.
Piglet: New presents? Piglet wants birthday cake!
Me: Sigh. So much for a meaningful day. Okay, the President is in charge of our country.
Piglet: [nods] Mommy in charge!
Me: Yes! Mommy is in charge of our house, the President is in charge of the whole country!
Piglet: [nodding, thinking, points to TV] That's Mommy!
Me: No, that's the President. [it was in fact the President by this point as the entire oath and ceremony has passed us by]
Piglet: Presents! Santa Claus! Ho ho ho! [Smiles, proud he has unraveled this mystery.]
Me: Whatever, Russ. Whatever.
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