If you could spend a day with the First Family, what would you do? Play basketball? Garden? Go bowling? The Urchins, naturally, would have very important business to attend to at the White House. See below.
My first order of business during my day with Obamas would be to join Barack and Michelle for their daily morning workout date. We would jam to their usual workout playlist of everything from Jay-Z to Arcade Fire, and I would share my gym favorites like Kanye and Britney. Then Michelle and I would head out to the White House garden for some watering, weeding, and gathering some goodies for lunch. From there I would join Barack on his daily presidential duties, getting a behind-the-scenes look at national and international political dealings.
Around lunchtime, we would meet up with the other Urchins for a chat with the presidential family about politics, art, literature, and the environment over a few pints of the White House’s home brew. Naturally we would request a tour of the Obama’s library, and hopefully borrow a few good reads.
To help out with Michelle Obama’s Let’s Move campaign, I would volunteer to take Bo for a good long run. When 40% of the United States’ dogs are obese, it’s only natural that our furry friends should be included in the Let’s Move fun. Bo and I would start out at a nice and easy jogging pace, then after about a mile, we’d run fartleks around the White House, and finally, once we’re wore out, we’d roll in the grass on the lawn… Or something else.
Later that afternoon, Sarah, Geo, Barack, Michelle, and I would enjoy several pints of recovery beer while discussing important Official Urchin/State matters.
When President Obama first finds out I’m a basketball fan, we’ll talk ball over lunch and he’ll give me the scoop. Were any of the pro basketball players actually nervous to meet you? Is Kobe Bryant as unnaturally robotic as he appears? Could you introduce me to Derrick Rose? Barack would most likely say yes to all those things. Then, after we’ve fully digested (Michelle’s orders), Barack and I hit the court, first playing H.O.R.S.E., and then letting some aides join in for a pick-up game.
We play for a short while before Barack bows out, saying something about having a lot of things to do. But before he bids me farewell, he equips me with Presidential tickets to the Bulls v. Lakers game that night. ‘You’ll just have to sit next to Lil’ Wayne,’ he says.