Introduction: “Mummy, Is the President our daddy?” Layla asked curiously, head tilted sideways. Her brothers listened in attentively, obviously wanting a response.I forced out a chuckle as I crouched low before she to cup her soft cheeks. “Honey, the president isn’t your daddy. The President is a very wicked person.”"But, we met him today and he was very polite. He even complimented my hair." Layla continued earnestly and my heart hammered against my chest fearfully.“Cupcakes, whenever you run into the President; s...