Jason's Untimely Thoughts

I asked Adelaide at dinner last night if they’d talked about the Inauguration at school.  She knew all about it, including the names of all involved, and said they’d watched part of it in their class room.

After dinner, then, she wanted to watch more, which was a welcome relief from the Disney Channel.  We watched, both kids wanted to know who everyone was and couldn’t understand why I didn’t know the names of the Honor Guard members, the drivers, etc.  And couldn’t understand that McCain had never been President.  And “Where’s Michelle?”

After a bit, “Daddy, I think you could be President,” Adelaide said.  “I think you should.”  Oh yeah?  “Then we could do whatever we wanted in the White House.  We could jump on our beds.  And play our radio as loud as we wanted.”

After a bit more, she asked “Why can’t I be President?”  You can.  “How do I become President.”  You first have to let everyone know you want to be, then work very hard, then hopefully you’ll be elected.  “Nah, I don’t want to work really hard.  I know, I’ll find someone else to do all the hard work for me, then after the election I’ll show up and say “I’m here, I’m the President!” “