There's a certain eight-year-old I know who, when she's in the middle of doing something she's not supposed to be doing, tends to announce that she's not doing it."No, I don't have the stuffed animal you told me to leave in the car."
"No, I'm not eating that piece of candy you asked me not to."
"No, I'm not torturing the cat." (OK, she doesn't really do that one, because the cat can kick her posterior...and pretty much anybody else's she comes in contact with...)
So when I hear this coming from the direction of the White House, I can't help thinking of dear, sweet Little Running Mouth...
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