As my wife and I were leaving to go down to the town hall to vote in the primary, my wife told our twelve-year-old that she was going to vote for the candidate she favored. He asked, perfectly seriously, “How many times?”
And he’s never even been to Chicago. Or else he knows something about his mother I don’t.




May 18th, 2010 | 4:30 pm
When she’s a little older, she may also know that the dead can vote, not just in Chicago but here in NYC too.
May 18th, 2010 | 4:37 pm
I suspect he’s been watching “American Idol.” You can vote more than once for your favorite.
May 18th, 2010 | 5:16 pm
Ack, he’s most definitely not been watching “American Idol.” I think this counts as libel. His tastes run more to “The Andy Griffith Show” and “Dilbert” and “Get Fuzzy” cartoons.
May 18th, 2010 | 5:38 pm
Your 12-year-old needs to meet my 12-year-old, David. You’ve just written his profile.
(But I’m afraid my kid would ask the same question as a joke. He was a political cynic at an early age.)
May 18th, 2010 | 6:12 pm
My mistake. I misread your post and concluded that you had a daughter rather than a son.
I should lay off the firewater.
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