No, Obama, We Haven't Done Our Homework Yet

We know there is something perverted about it; adults are not supposed to be closed up in the playroom for so many years with their toys.

How sweet were the childhood games in that pleasant playroom. And how sudden was that knock on the door of the room. Sometimes there wasn't even a knock. The door would simply be pushed open without warning, and Father would be standing there with this bemused smile on his face. "Playing, eh?" he'd ask, "but have you done your homework yet?" No, not yet. At which point we would silently gather...