Being down in the OC this last weekend, my heart was warmed by all the Yes on 8 signs lining the highways and byways. We only saw one group of protestors.
For weeks now the kids have been singing various jingles:
"B@r@ck Ob@m@, he smells like llama"
"Use your brain, vote McC@in"
The Oldest Carrotstick said she wrote in Mitt Romney's name at their school mock-lection.
And the kids are begging me to let them stay up to see who wins. (that's a big NO.)
It is very much akin to the 2004 presidential election.
Back then, to my chagrin, my kids knew all the words to JibJab's version of "This Land is My Land" and they sang it with gusto.
And the Littlest Carrotstick, even though he was only 2, for some reason known only to his own bad toddler self, was a staunch J*hn Kerry supporter, in a family of Republicans.
I kid you not. Go figure.
It's 7:36. You still have time! Go vote!
Oh, by the way, that's my treat today: Democracy.