The Election Through The Eyes of a Seven Year Old
The “Mommy Cab Confession” Series by Lisa Cerasoli
I can NOT get over what seven year old girls chat about while I”m “chauffeuring” them about town. Tuesday, my daughter’s 2nd grade class held a mock election. (The names have been changed to keep the political affiliations of “said” seven year olds private, but the story is based on actual events…or “event.”)
So, I’m minding my own business and singing along to “Call Me Maybe” on the Kidz Bop 22 CD…because I know all the words because I’ve listened to it 22 times this month (and it’s only the 6th!), and this is what I overheard:
Hannah: So, who did you vote for today?
Anna: I voted for Barack Obama. What about you?
Hannah: I voted for Mitt Romney. I have a cat named Mittens, so I liked his name best.
Anna (bummed): Oh.
Hannah: What’s wrong?
Anna: Well, I only voted for Barack Obama because he’s already the president. I don’t have a cat named after him or anything.
Hannah: That’s okay. Maybe your mom will get you one.
Anna (really bummed): She’s allergic.
Hannah: What about a dog?
Anna: Hey, Mom!
Me: We’re NOT getting another dog! “But here’s my number, so –“
Anna: But, Mom!
Me: And we’re not naming him Barack Obama. “And all the other boys, try to chase me – “
Anna: You’re no fair!! We only have ONE dog and he’s only 3 POUNDS and our other dog
DIED – the nice one – and I WANT –
Me (over): “Your stare was holdin’, Ripped jeans, skin was showin’ Hot night, wind was blowin’
Where you think you’re going, baby? Hey, I just met you, And this is crazy, But here’s my number, So call me, maybe..”
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