Who says two-year-olds don't get politics? Gertrude & I were having our morning chat on the way to Meemee's and I mentioned that tomorrow was election day. Then I found myself struggling to find a way of explaining democracy to a child who refuses to let anything drop until she thinks she understands it.
She wasn't satisfied with the mechanics of voting, "poking holes in a piece of paper." It sounded like a great deal of fun, but she was interested in the larger purpose.
So I went into a bit of detail about "choosing someone to be the leader."
"The leader?" said Gert. She was quiet for a moment. "I will choose my daddy to be the leader."
I stifled a giggle. "Why do you think Daddy should be the leader?" I asked, just out of curiosity.
"Be-tuz I like my daddy. And my daddy takes care of me."
"And because Daddy wouldn't take us to war to satisfy his own interests, or run us into debt to finance tax cuts for the wealthy?"
"Yes," said Gert. "I like my daddy."
I'm definitely looking forward to poking some holes tomorrow, I don't know about you.
1 comment:
Damn she's cute. I wish I had one just like her. :)
But Daddy would raise taxes to fund his super monkey robot army.
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