Yesterday I went to vote. I took Ryan(6) with me. Usually I early vote while dragging all three boys with me so just taking Ryan seemed like a treat. He was very interested in the process. We talked about the election and what was involved. I described how there were a lot of people in our country and quite a few wanted to be president. I told him how this election narrows down the potential presidents to just two. We discussed how we would return in November. I spoke about what was on the ballot and how I was voting for people to help run our city, Texas and the country.

He closely watched me vote. He read the Spanish words on the ballot that he recognized. He helped me put my ballot in the machine. We watched the machine accept my ballot. He got a “I voted” sticker.

I was patting myself on the back for the beautiful learning experience that I had just provided my child. On the way home we continued the discussion. He then said, “When do we find out if you win?”

“Honey, I am not running for president of the United States.”

“Why not?”

“I already have a job.”

“Please mommy! Please, just think about it. I really want you to be president.”

“That is really sweet of you, but no, I am not running for president.”

“Don’t you want to be president?”

“Well…yes, I guess, but right now I am busy.”

“I really want you to be president.”

“Then I should run later. I could run for president when you are older. I could run for president when you can vote for me.”

“I’m NOT going to vote for you!”

“What? Why aren’t you going to vote for me?”

“Because I am going to vote for myself.”

There you have it dear reader. The official slate for POTUS 2028: Holly vs. Ryan. Don’t tell anyone, but I am voting for myself as well…



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  1. That was so funny! He’s a smart boy! I took the girls to the primary for Democrats Abroad here in Moscow; they weren’t as interested as he was… They had more fun eating the free ice cream.

  2. Classic! What awesome hopes he has for his mom and for himself!

    I took little J with me and he kept us all entertained with his babbling–the lines were so long! I told him he could be president one day while we were waiting. I mean, he’s only 6 months, but why not start ’em early! The lady behind me said, “Oh please, don’t do that to him.” The older man in front of me said, “Heck, he’d probably do a better job than any of our choices thus far.” Oh boy . . .