I volunteered in my 6-year-old’s class today, The Day After, the day Hillary Clinton won Ohio’s Democratic primary over Barack Obama.
I am an Obama fan.
So I’m sitting next to little Meredith, my son, and two other kids in the hall outside the kindergarten classroom, constructing a giant stuffed rainbow fish. Meredith is cutting and drawing and thinking. After looking pensive for a few moments, she looks at me and says, “So Kim, who did you vote for?”
I smile and say, “Well, Meredith, I voted for Obama. I like him.”
Meredith stops working. “Yeah, my sister [8 years old!] voted for him. I think I’ll vote for him, too.”
As I nod, she gets a very serious look on her face and says, “I don’t like Hillary Clinton.”
Curious, I bite. “Why not? Don’t you think she seems like a nice lady?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know. I just think she doesn’t make very good decisions.”
Oh, baby girl! If only her decisions were easy to make. And if only everyone could be as fantastic as a 6-year-old.
