Monday, September 26, 2005

I only wish
that confirmation hearings went like this—and that Roberts could display wit like this in them:

Q: During the announcement of your nomination at the White House, your son distracted the president with an impromptu dance. When you got home that night, what happened to him?

A: We thoughtfully discussed Daddy's views on dancing as a constitutionally protected activity, and then we had a time out.
Heh.

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