*setting: Skywalker and the kids are in a hotel lobby eating continental breakfast and watching the news. Obama is making a statement to the media.*
Jaws: (gazing at the screen) Daddy, I love Obama.
Skywalker: (startled) Um. Okay. Why?
Jaws: (turns wide-eyed gaze on Skywalker) Because Mommy loves Obama.
Jaws: Daddy, do you love Obama?
Skywalker: (struggling with words) well... as a person, I quite like him, yes. He's a good person. As the president... not so much.
Jaws: (gaze now reproachful) Daddy, why don't you love Obama?
Skywalker: Well... he's... I don't like how he takes my money.
*others, observing from surrounding tables, are now grinning in the Nosurf Family's direction*
Skywalker: Well, I don't like how he takes my money because I'm pretty sure I could spend it better than he thinks he can.
Jaws: Oh. (nods.) Ok.
*a moment passes*
Jaws: Daddy, I still like Obama, though.
Skywalker: Mmm hmmm.