Mr. Smartypants and Ms. Diva were sitting on the couch earlier this morning watching the Disney Channel – oblivious to the fact that today we make some type of history. Therefore, I felt the need to announce it:
“Today is The Day. We’re going to elect a new president.”
Diva jumped up and down, using the couch as her own personal trampoline, “Go Obama! Woo-hoo! Obama, Obama, O-bam-a!” She must have incorrectly assumed I’m so excited about history being made that I could overlook the whole “no jumping on the furniture” rule.
“Sit down Obama Mama – or I’ll vote for John McCain twice,” I told her and she, having no knowledge of election laws, plopped on her bottom immediately.
See, both of my kids are Obama supporters: each voting for the candidate in mock elections at their respective schools – one more reluctantly than the other. Last week, we discussed their reasons for selecting Obama. Ms. Diva voted for Obama because “he’s hotter than the old guy.” Diva’s friend, the Delightful Ms. O, voted Obama because “he wants to help the poor people.” Mr. Smartypants voted Obama because “if McCain kicks the bucket while in office that psycho lady is taking over the country.”
Smartypants, who is clearly the less enthusiastic supporter, didn’t jump on any furniture today.
He simply asked: “So, when will Obama take over?”
“How come we didn’t do this last year?”
“Presidents are elected to a four-year term.”
Then, he jumped to his feet, “WHAT? What does that mean? We will have Obama as President for four years? I thought we were just voting for him for, like, a year or something… to try him out. I don’t want him for four years! Well – No Obama then. Not for four years. That’s a long time. I’ll be in Middle School… and I don’t want McCain either. I don’t like either one of them. Not for four years. They’re both stupid.”
“Well, who do you like?”
“Neither one of them.”
“Is there another candidate you did like?”
Smartypants shrugs, “No… none… I don’t know… maybe we should have went with that Mitt Huckafee guy.”
Then, he grumbled: “This means you’ll be hogging up the TV and watching the news all night. Doesn’t it?”
“SEE! SEE WHAT I MEAN! His Four Years hasn’t even started and he’s already messing up my life!” Mr. Smartypants has now wandered off in search of his shoes, muttering, “This is going to be the four longest years ever in the history of forever… so let’s just get it over with already.”
No, I didn’t have the heart to tell him Obama is eligible for two separate four year terms. He has until Middle School to figure that out – but for now, we’re off to “get the first four over with.”