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ruined, but it looked like he was going to make it.
    â€œAre you okay, Doe?” I asked.
    â€œI think so,” he choked, spitting out water. “I thought I was supposed to protect your life, sir, not the other way around.”
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    After that fiasco, I thought it would be a good idea to get the kids out of the pool area. It was almost dinnertime anyway. When everyone was dried off and dressed, I took them up to the Oval Office. The kids were really impressed. Most of them wanted to sit in my chair and have their picture taken.
    â€œI’m starving,” Max Pappalardo said as he sat at my desk. “What’s for dinner?”
    â€œAnything you want,” I replied. “This is the White House.”
    â€œPizza!” everybody yelled at once.
    â€œWe have to have it delivered,” I told them.
    â€œCool,” Max said. Before I could stop him, he picked up the receiver of the red phone on the desk.
    â€œNo!” I shouted.
    â€œWhat’s the matter, Moon?”
    â€œThat’s the hot line!”
    â€œYou’ve got a hot line to the pizza parlor?” Max marveled. “Man, being president is the coolest.”
    Somebody in Russia must have picked up at the other end. Max looked puzzled, like he couldn’t understand what the person was saying.
    â€œDo you speak English?” Max asked. “We want four large pies with everything on ’em. Delivered to the White House.”
    There was a long pause. We all stared at Max when he put down the receiver.
    â€œWhat did they say?” I asked nervously.
    â€œCall Pizza Hut,” Max said calmly.
    So we did.
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    After dinner, Honeywell told me he had a big surprise. He led a brown-haired guy over to me. The guy was holding one of those metal film cans that are nearly the size of a manhole cover.
    â€œPresident Moon, I’d like to introduce you to Mr. Robert Banks.”
    â€œRob Banks!” I shouted excitedly. “The guy who directed Gore, Guts, and Guns ! I love your movies! You came all the way from Hollywood to see me?”
    â€œI was in New York when they tracked me down, Mr. President,” Rob Banks said. “I heard you wanted to see my next movie. It’s not quite finished yet, but I brought along what I’ve got so far.”
    We all went to the White House movie theater. Honeywell fired up the popcorn machine and we watched the new movie along with Rob Banks. It was great.
    â€œThose explosions were awesome,” I told Mr. Banks when the lights came back on. “I love watching stuff blow up.”
    â€œWho doesn’t?” Rob Banks replied with a laugh.
    â€œYou should make a whole movie with nothing but stuff blowing up,” I suggested.
    â€œThat’s not a bad idea, Mr. President,” he said as he shook my hand.
    That’s one of the best things about being president, I discovered. People say your ideas are great no matter how stupid your ideas are.
    After the movie, Rob Banks left and all the kids sat around the Lincoln Bedroom talking about the great day we had. We were hoping the ghost of Abraham Lincoln might appear. He never showed up, so we went to bed.
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    On Sunday, we had another blast. Honeywell, probably to get us out of the White House before we completely wrecked the place, suggested I take my classmates to Camp David.
    Camp David is a presidential retreat sixty miles from Washington in the mountains of Maryland. President Eisenhower named it after his grandson. Presidents go there when they need some peace and quiet. We all piled into helicopters, and twenty-five minutes later we were there.
    I was afraid that Camp David would be a big bore, but it was almost like Disney World. There’s a heated pool, horses, snowmobiles, a golf course, a skeet and archery range, and a badminton court.
    It even has a trampoline. It was hard to imagine Richard Nixon bouncing around on a trampoline, but I sure enjoyed it. We all had a wonderful