I’m in the kitchen with a bunch of secret service men and children. Barack and Michelle Obama enter, dressed for a state dinner.
Michelle wears a red gown, and Barack is in a longish blood-red coat and a matching fedora. Somehow his hair has grown to his shoulders.
Barack: Should I wear this coat to the party?
But I think I’m hurting his feelings, so I change my mind and say why not?
Secretly I think the press will pillory him, just like Seth Myers ridiculed Trump’s fox pelt hair.
Barack to his daughter: What do you think? Should I wear this outfit?
Daughter whispers: no, and shakes her head.
Barack: I knew you’d tell me the truth! There’s no way I’m wearing this ridiculous get up.