Every so often, Miss Sasha says something riveting. In this case, about the first presidential debate:
Last night he made a fool of himself by acting cocky. A man nearly killed by a pretzel thinks that he has done such awesome stuff for this country yet he could barely form a full sentence. Yesterday I kept thinking back to when I was younger and you would stop me mid-babble and tell me to stop and start again when I could complete a thought. He would have been quiet for a week on the verbal diarrhea he had last night.
I suppose there’s no need for a DNA test, eh?