“You know what Tuesday is?” I asked at dinner tonight.
“No, what is it?” Ben asked.
“You have no idea what’s happening on Tuesday?”
“Oh, wait, I know!” Zach piped up. “The election is over!” This may be a clue to how many times he’s heard me mutter I can’t wait for this election to be over.
“That’s right. We vote on Tuesday.”
Through a bite of plain tortilla, Zach exclaimed, “I bet Obama’s going to win.”
Lilah, who never met a two-syllable word she couldn’t turn into a three-syllable word, revealed a mouthful of black bean burrito to opine: “Well, it sure isn’t going to be Raw-meh-ney!”
We have lousy table manners, but we’re committed to the democratic process. See you at the polls.