Just kidding, I live nowhere near Chicago.
Amidst all the political noise, I had interesting conversation with my oldest:
Her: I don’t know about you, but I’m voting for X.
Me: Oh, I didn’t realize that you knew who X is. Why are you voting for X?
Her: Because all of my friends say they will vote for X. And the commercials prove that X is better than Y.
Me: Have you asked your friends why they would vote for X?
Me: Which commercials do you think prove that X is better than Y?
Her: I don’t really know.
Me: So you would vote for X without knowing a thing about Y? Or a thing about X, for that matter?
Her: I just can’t wait for Tuesday to be over.
Oh dear. People in charge of stuff, listen to our future: “I just want it to be over.” Here I thought I would be enlightening her with a lesson in civics and now I’m trying to explain what rhetoric means. This, after two months of her father and I carrying on and on about the candidates and the issues.
Apparently children only pay attention when we swear. Because they certainly can be counted on to remind us of who/what/when/where/how we swore, but may not listen to us for the kind of important stuff.
She helped me scribble in some lines on my ballot. She disagreed with some of my votes. I’m not even sure where she got her opinions from but I guess I’m happy that she is aware and has opinions. As her parent I am committed to guiding her through what will surely be a confusing Tuesday, but I love that we went through the candidates and propositions together, that we had dialogue around my voting choices, and that she looks forward to turning 18 (the legal age to vote in the U.S.).
What we worked on: