11.04.2008

On This Election Night, I'm Sure Glad My Son is Not 18!


ME: So remember I told you tonight we are picking a leader?

TURTLE: Yeah.

Everyone gets to pick which is the leader they want and write it on a paper and give it to someone and then tomorrow we find out which leader we're going to have. I get to pick my favorite and Daddy gets to pick his favorite.

Do I?

Yes, sure. Which one do you pick?

You tell me their names again.

John and Barack.

John and Barack. That's difficult for me to say.

No it itsn't, you just said it.

It's difficult.

To say barack?

Yeah

But you just said it, so you did a good job. Which one do you pick? Do you want John or do you want Barack?

I want John.

Really?

Yeah

Why?

Because he's my best.

He's your favorite?

Yeah

Why?

Because he lives next door.

Oh, you like john that lives in our neighborhood. But this is a different john.

Brian's dad?

No, that's another John we know. This is a different John that you've never met and I've never met and Daddy's never met.

Mommy and Daddy pick Barack. He's our favorite.

I pick John.

Why?

I like him?

But why do you like him?

I love him.

Are you telling me you are Republican?

Yeah

Are you serious?

Yes

11.03.2008

Hamburgers Our Country Needs


Sunday night we were walking through the neighborhood to a friend's house, singing silly songs about the hamburgers we were about to have for dinner. Turtle shouted "Look, Mommy!  That sign says hamburgers!" as he spotted an Obama-Biden campaign sign in someone's front yard.  "Yes, it does!", I heartily replied.  He became excitedly surprised to realize that as we walked there were several more hamburger signs all leading the way toward our dinner.  "Look, another hamburger sign!  And another one! Mommy, those signs tell us which way to go!"  

Yes, they do.