The children didn’t stay in the dining room long. They were soon scattered throughout the State Floor in a rousing game of White House hide-and-go-seek with Uncle Barron as the supervisor.
“The kids all love Barron,” Don Jr. explains. “He rules the grandkids.”
Within minutes there were shrieks of laughter and screams of delight as Trump children were rousted out from behind drapes in the Blue Room and from underneath chairs in the Red Room.
With the sounds of giggling grandchildren echoing in the halls of the White House, the adult members of the Trump family sat down together around the table in the State Dining Room. Carved into the stone fireplace were the famous words of John Adams, the first president to live there: “I pray heaven to bestow the best of blessings on this House and on all who shall hereafter inhabit it. May none but honest and wise Men ever rule under this roof.”
Hearing the loud exclamations, Barron came rushing back into the dining room. He was sweating and huffing and puffing. Out of breath. “What happened? What happened?” He was juggling both worlds: the grandkids, where he reigned supreme as the favorite uncle, and the adults, who were busy changing the world from the White House State Dining Room.
“Okay?” Barron asked, waiting for an answer. Was that it? Was there more? Were the announcements over? “Okay?”
The kids were calling from the East Room of the White House, where they had found new, foolproof places to hide. Uncle Barron was needed elsewhere.