We walked as a family to our polling place today. My East Coast friends (who live three hours in the future) had a lot of posts about how they cried at the polls. Making history! Feelings!
I didn’t cry, but Charlie almost did. As we left, it became apparent that he wasn’t going to get to meet Hillary Clinton OR Donald Trump today. This voting experience was not what he signed up for.
“Where’s Her-Larry Cinton and Donald Trump?”
“They’re voting in New York. Everyone votes close to their house.”
“Okay, let’s go to New York now.”
“No, buddy, we’re going to go home after this.”
“BUT I WANT TO SEE DONALD TRUMP!”
Last night I asked Andy if he knew what the J stood for in “Donald J. Trump.” He said, “I don’t know. John? Jerk?”
Charlie was within earshot and thought this was the greatest comic masterpiece since Tartuffe. So obviously, he marched out of the polling station chanting, “Donald Jerk Trump! Donald Jerk Trump!”
We told him that we weren’t allowed to say what we think of the the candidates inside the building. So he went back to his previous talking point: “But where IS Donald Trump? Let’s go see him.”
“We’re not going to see him today, honey.”
“Okay, let’s go see Her-larry Clinton.”
So far, it’s been an awesome day and I’m glad I got to share it with my guys. But now that he mentions it, it is pretty disappointing that we don’t get to meet Hillary Clinton today.
Maybe tomorrow.
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