Thanksgiving for the First Jewish President

The first Jewish President of the United States calls his mother in Brooklyn, NY and invites her to come down for Thanksgiving.

She says, "I'd like to, but it's so much trouble...I mean, I have to get a cab to the airport, and I hate waiting on Ocean Blvd."

He replies, "Mom! I'm the President! You won't need a cab - I'll send a limousine for you!"

His mother replies, "I know, but then I'll have to get my ticket at the airport, and try to get a seat on the plane, and I hate to sit in the middle... it's just too much trouble."

He replies, "Mom! I'm the President of the United States! I'll send Air Force One foryou - it's my private jet!"

To which she replies, "Oh, well, but then when we land, I'll have to carry my luggage through the airport, and try to get a cab...it's really too much trouble at my age.

He replies, "Mom!! I'm the President! I'll send a helicopter for you! You won't have to lift a finger, the Secret Service will handle everything.

She answers, "Yes, that's nice... but, you know, I still need a hotel room, and the rooms are so expensive, and I really don't like hotels..."

Exasperated, he answers, "Mom! I'm the President! You'll stay at the White House in the Lincoln Bedroom!"

She responds, "Well... all right... I guess I'l lcome."

The next day, she's on the phone with her friend Esther

Esther: "Hello, Sylvia... so what's new?"

Sylvia: "I'm visiting my son for Thanksgiving!"

Esther: "That wonderful. Which son?"

Sylvia: "You know my son Marvin, the doctor?"

Esther: "Yes."

Sylvia: "It's his brother."