Voting

This morning Art and I rode my bike over to our polling place. On the way up the stairs I tried my best to explain what voting was and who we could vote for. "You can choose John McCain or Barack Oba-mama." A few minutes later as we were walking down the hallway in the school he said, "I want to vote for John Cain." I cringed and glanced around to see if others had heard this. "Ok," I said, "It's your decision." While we were waiting in a pretty long line he changed his mind and said, "I want to vote for Barack Oba-mama. "Ok, that sounds great," I said, trying my best to make it sound like his final decision. It was.