Sweet B, along with her Nazgûl screeching, has been standing—solidly, but with help to balance—for a while now. Today, after a mind-clearing walk with Jasper, H set her on the kitchen table for a little shakin’.

J the W was so appreciative that afterwards, mother and daughter shared what one of the Fox News morons, watching the Obamas share the same little affirmative ritual during the campaign, called “a terrorist fist jab.” We, of course, now call it the same thing. Dangerous characters, for sure.