...Yesterday, I start overhearing political talk going on amongst the artwork. Odd, for this time of year, actually. But, nevertheless--I don't put it past 'em.
[Please note: I write these things down AS they are happening, so that it is NOT fabricated, and is completely word for word as fast as my little hand can write!]
Here it goes.
2nd Grade Boy: I’m gonna be president of the
This way, I can make my own laws…
For the enocomy! (that is how he SAID economy-so cute!)
[I decided to chime in...]
Me: Oh really, buddy? That’s nice.
2nd Grade Boy: Yea, and I will lower taxes and make LOTSA stuff free.
Me: Well, you can’t make everything free. Unfortunately-that’s just how the world works. But, it would be nice!
2nd Grade Boy: I won’t make everything free. Just some things. Besides, taxes are makin’ a big problem in the enocomy.
Me: How do you know all of this important stuff?
2nd Grade Boy: I watch the news. Yep. Every single morning.
Girl next door chimes in: You watch the news?! Did you hear the story about the woman who owned the chimpanzee?!?!?! [kids are SO random]
The other students start to break out into which candidate they liked better…Obama or McCain… (Hello? Do they REALIZE they are months too late…?)
Boy #1: I like McCain. That’s who I voted for. [Voted. HA. Love these kids.]
Boy #2: Well I like Obama!
(McCain boy bends over to Obama boy and whispers this little gem of information...)
Yea, but did you know when John McCain was a boy, he was a ROCKSTAR?!
Boy #2: REALLY?!!!! COOL!
This is my life for ya. It is not a joke. I repeat, it is NOT a joke. Sometimes I wish it were...