About a year ago, my then-3-year-old and I sat down to have dinner. We chatted about baby animals, the fresh beat band, the usual. When conversation petered out Ella said: “Mama, let’s talk about something else.” Ok babe, what would you like to talk about? She quickly replied: Mitt Romney.
And so, it began.
It started with basic questions about who the President is. What do they do? Why can’t Mitt Romney and Barack Obama both be president? She still sees this as a reasonable possibility.
Then I had to explain to Ella how voting works. She was outraged. OUTRAGED! When I told her kids aren’t allowed to vote, she was ready to take to the streets…but it was bedtime, so that had to wait.
I’ve had to justify my own voting intentions. What’s wrong with Mitt Romney? Is he mean to animals? I swear she asked me that. I didn’t have the heart to tell her about Seamus.
I’ve also had to address her criticisms of my election-related TV appearances. Criticisms like: “Mama, why do you always talk about the same thing?” and “Mama, why are you so boring?”









