A belated Mother's Day offering that I held until after yesterday's SFRC hearing:
Between calls from the Senate, calls from my attorney and calls from reporters, it has been a little tense here at my house in the run-up to yesterday's Senate action, and my five-year-old has felt the tension.
She started asking questions about John Bolton, and my father told her in kid terms what was going on:
Mommy met a bad man that was mean to her when she was working in Russia and Kyrgyzstan, and now the President wants to give the bad man a very important job.
"Like king?" she asked. Kind of like king my father allowed.
"Was he really mean to mommy?" Yes, really mean. I talked to your mommy every day on the phone back then and he was really, really mean.
"Wicked mean?" Yes, wicked mean.
"Hmmmm. Wicked as a giant ball of earwax?"
Try as I might, it's now the first thing that pops into my head when the discussion turns to Bolton.