"His Elective Majesty"
"'His Highness the President of the United States of America and Protector of the Rights of the Same."
The Oldest Carrotstick has experienced some difficulty of her own in knowing what to call me, her beloved mother.
The best title she's come up with is --
(please note: to get the full effect you must say this with incredible passion and vehemence, all the while feeling, with great intensity, the martyr)
"Killer of Joy"
(The trick is trying not to laugh aloud while such histrionics are being delivered.)
I also take great joy in the prospect of one day being known as:
(Click on the link if you can't remember what movie that's from.)
In the end, the Founding Fathers settled on simply "Mr. President". Perhaps she will settle on something simple, yet dramatic, like "Mrs. Ruining My Life Forever Mother"?
'Til then . . . Hail to the Chief High Executive Mother.
(P.S. It's extremely important you pronounce "Hail" correctly -- it's "H-ay-ll" not "H-ell")