MyThreeDaughters

At dinner tonight, Elizabeth, age 4, of the 700 block of…oh sorry…Elizabeth asked: “Daddy, who are you going to vote for?”
I began to explain the importance of voting, while she said, “Say McCain. Say McCain. Please say McCain.”
Ah, I thought, Big Sister’s gotten to her.
It seems that the family vote, just one week before the election, is stalemated.
We got two.
They got two.
Pretty sure, if I could extrapolate personality two or three decades forward, Fontaine would indeed be a McCain Republican, likely a party donor as either a corporate attorney or whatever kind of lawyer those lawyers were who sued the living breath out of the asbestos manufacturers and tobacco companies.
Elizabeth, if I had to guess, would not. She might work for other people or help save cute, furry animals.
(Is this entry going to land me in huge trouble when the girls see it later, or what?)
Anyway, the determination of the electoral votes for our house now rests with the 17-month-old Rosebud.
It is 10:30 p.m., and she is upstairs in her crib, fielding Robocalls.
From her sisters.