Start ’em young, I say

Well, with the rest of the family taking part in some sort of election day activity, Nick felt a little left out and absconded with my sticker.  Which, as it turns out (and we all know why because we are decent, law-abiding citizens), was not necessary for that free coffee at Starbucks.  Good thing Starbucks managed to figure it out, too, lest their baristas end up behind bars.

We voted, Cait participated in a mock election, and Kelsey's class discussed the election.  Having not become truly politically aware until I was eight and still being upset that Carter lost, I am encouraged that children are involved so much earlier these days.  Whether or not we agree with their choices or the reasons behind them, I think it is crucial they have a clue about the world around them.

Now most will say that children's choices probably reflect their parents views, and we have seen that in action with our next door neighbors.  If he wasn't repeating exactly what was said to him verbatim.  You should have seen the look on the little neighbor boy's face when he tried to lecture Cait by parroting the false notion of global warming, the evils of Obama, and the awe in which one should hold the likes of Rush Limbaugh.

Caitlin choked out, "Rush WHO?"

That's my girl. 

So, with the votes counted, the school election had the same results as the actual election minus the 18,000 propositions also on the ballot for CA voters.  And, no, I am not happy with all of the results, but I did my part.  We are quite satisfied with the biggest vote on the ticket and many congratulations to our new President. 

I am still not entirely sure of Caitlin's reasons, but Kelsey was most definitely sure of why she would vote for Barack Obama, "Because it sounds like a GEERL's name".  Maybe not the most politically correct answer, but she's six.  Oh, and did I mention she can name all of the continents, too?

Perhaps the best part of the night?  The cheers of elation, the tears of joy?  Nope, try again.  It was a very tired Kelsey who did not want to go to bed and miss anything.  In her sleepy little voice, she insisted that if she had to go to bed (despite the fact she was quickly fading into her pillow), that Pete needed to tape the acceptance speech so she could watch it the next day.  My proud little American!

 

                                                                                                    Off to vote in our neighbor's garage.