I took the girls to do their/our/my civic duty yesterday and vote in the Primary. They were very excited, which just warmed my little heart. My little politicos! So we opted for the electronic booth (I figured that would be more exciting for them), and we got to push the little buttons on the screen (“Just like the ATM!”) Then we got our stickers and left. But Dina was not happy:
Dina: That wasn’t voting!
Me: What do you mean? Yes it was!
Dina: No, it wasn’t!
Me: Why, because nothing happened? They have to wait until everyone’s done, then count the votes all together.
Dina: But where was Barack Obama?!?!?!
Apparently, in Dina’s idealized America, you get to meet the candidates at the polling station. Or at least the ones from your state. I think she’s spoiled from having seen Stephen Colbert as Grand Marshall in the Northwestern Homecoming Parade last year.
And, for an instant, I entertained the notion of going on a wild goose chance throughout the city looking for Obama. In fact, it wouldn’t have been that wild; I think we could have found him pretty easily. But then I decided that once we got to wherever he and his supporters were, they would just complain that it was too hot or they couldn’t see, or they were hungry. So we went home.
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with those girls? you would’ve been front row, having dina kissed on the forehead for a photo op as bassie picked holes in his withdrawal strategy
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