The Kidling asks many questions, as you, dear readers, already know. What’s that you say? This is news to you? Then you have approximately nine months of stories to catch up on. Go ahead. We’ll wait.
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Two of the things about which my darling child is curious are law and politics. She asks about political signs in our neighborhood. She wonders why laws and rules exist. She attempts to grasp the adjudicatory process. I always take her to the polls with me. And, like every four-year-old child, she has a book called Vote (Many thanks to Mama³ for that gem).
So pardon me for a moment while I expose my political persuasion for the sake of the story.
When The Kidling and I were walking to the playground on Saturday morning we wordlessly passed any number of political signs. She has asked about them previously, and I can only assume that was the motivation for what follows, as it was otherwise out of the blue:
“Mom, I’m glad you got the president you want! Usually when we wish for the president we want, the president usually comes true.”
Voting is rather like casting a penny into the fountain: a damn important penny, upon which my hopes and dreams for The Kidling’s—and all kidlings’—future rides.