One of the sweetest things I ever encountered in the media about DJT was Tiffany's mom, Marla Maples, in an interview ('90s maybe) with some TV person or other.
She said she came home to whatever penthouse in whatever skyscraper they lived. Came in the "front door," and heard singing. Realized it was her husband--the Manhattan mogul--singing. She quietly moved toward the sound and found Papa Donald with his infant daughter, singing her silly and loving little songs as he played with her.
Somebody may have a better/more concrete memory of that, or even the clip.
Adorable.
One of the sweetest things I ever encountered in the media about DJT was Tiffany's mom, Marla Maples, in an interview ('90s maybe) with some TV person or other.
She said she came home to whatever penthouse in whatever skyscraper they lived. Came in the "front door," and heard singing. Realized it was her husband--the Manhattan mogul--singing. She quietly moved toward the sound and found Papa Donald with his infant daughter, singing her silly and loving little songs as he played with her.
Somebody may have a better/more concrete memory of that, or even the clip.
Such a precious story! He is a sweetie pie! I'm imagining this scene in my head. Thanks for sharing Rain! 💕
YMCA would be a fun one! Love the story.