VOTE!

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I helped with the Election Bake Sale at Mario’s school today. Nothing like exercising your right to vote and then chowing down on a homemade peanut butter brownie afterwards. I got a special surprise, too. Mario’s teacher let him eat lunch with me. He scored 4 mini cupcakes for lunch. In exchange, I got hugs and sugar from him for 25 minutes. Fair exchange.
He, of course, handled the money. He made sure people paid their dues before grabbing a treat.
He’s been keeping track of the Tom Hayes’ yard signs throughout the campaign season and is anxious to see if he wins (“he’s got to with all the signs up!”)
This morning, Maria asked if I thought Tom would win. I told her yes. She asked why. I replied that he is a decent, fair, honest person and that’s what you need in a judge. She told me I was lucky to know that about him because you can’t trust the campaign ads. So smart, she is. She proceeded to explain how some people running for office say “so and so spent thousands of dollars” to make you think that so and so is careless when really they spent that money on services that people need or they only show part if what someone said that may look bad but if they showed all of what they said, it wouldn’t. Smart smart cookie.
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My girlfriend told me that while walking with her 3rd grade daughter, her daughter asked what makes people be a Democrat or a Republican. What a great question. My friend proceeded to talk about the different philosophies the parties embody (yes, her bias and mine are clear when we explain how democrats feel that they need to provide more to those in need and republicans feel that people need to lift themselves up on their own). Her daughter asked whether democrats and republicans thought differently about the environment and war. What great thoughts out of that child.
So refreshing to see kids really think about these issues and form opinions about what they support and don’t support. I remember watching the campaign ads back in 2012 with Ri and talking with her about the candidates. She was very clear who she wanted even back then.
“I would vote for Barak Obama because he believes in taking care of everyone and treating people equal.”
Make my heart sing.
But more than anything, I just want them to continue to learn and have open ears and open minds and form their own opinions on issues… And VOTE! (hopefully, for the candidate that helps those in need!).

Obama Rally

Obama pins, Obama cups, Obama shirts. Protestors. Loud music. Welcome to the OSU Obama rally, Maria and Mario.

I asked our babysitter to drop the kids off at my office with the stroller so that we could walk over to the rally on the Oval. I made the last minute decision when I found out they had a few more tickets at the Obama headquarters downstairs from my office. With as much back and forth between M&M about the candidates, I thought this would be a good experience.

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I knew from the beginning of our stroller ride that Mario was not gonna hang with me in all of the chaos. He has a nasty cold that has him headache-y and coughing. He perked up a bit when the Secret Service guys talked to him as we went through security and he even danced for them when he caught a bit of Black Eyed Peas on the loudspeaker. But when we moved into the crowd and the speakers were blasting and the crowd was cheering, he wailed “I want to go, mom!” I tried to distract him but there was no use. So, I made them take in all of the people and excitement and energy of the place and always remember how important it is to vote. On the count of three, we all yelled “Vote!” And then we headed back to my office.

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Of course, once in my office, Mario came alive with the sight of chocolate everywhere (a lot of us have bowls of chocolate on our desks). He remembers the chocolate all too well and went directly to the rooms that had it. Maria went directly to my desk to be “the boss.” They could have played in my room all night.

But Jon rescued me and drove up like a knight in shining armor to pick us up. We ate Bob Evans (could I live on chocolate chip pancakes? Yes), and then I rode home (no room for my bike in the truck) only to find M&M in the driveway riding their bikes in the dark waiting for me.

“We beat you, mom!”
“Yea, but I’m gonna get you now” I remarked as I chased them down the driveway listening to them laugh and prod me to chase them faster.

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After engaging in these chases for twenty minutes, I finally petered the kids out. They parked their bikes and went inside. Mario turned on the computer and yelled “Mom, come here!” I walked over and he said “see mom, I told you Mitt Romney is more famous because he’s on the front page of the computer!” Maria and I shook our heads and scrolled down to find a picture of Obama to show him.