"Yes!", she exclaimed! We learned it in school!
Excited that her school was taking on educational responsibilities we had clearly neglected, we rejoiced. So we asked her, what was a President?
"He is a black man who lives in a white house."
Well, who are we to argue with that?
At the next presidential election, we brought her with us to the polls, let her pull the lever, and proudly wear the "I voted!" sticker. We then colored in states red and blue together as CNN announced the results on TV.
So it shouldn't have come as a surprise that she was upset at not being able to join us at yesterday's New York Primary elections. After promising she could come in November, we tried to explain what a Primary was. This led to the inevitable question:
"Am I a Republican or a Democrat?"Oy. Can't you just ask why Daddy and I got divorced again? That one was easier.
After trying to subdue her with assertions that you can't possibly know until you're 18, that's why you don't have to choose until you're that old, it was clear she wasn't going to take no for an answer. So, in an effort to get everyone to sleep that night, we attempted to over-simplify politics for a third grader.
"Do you believe that any 2 grownups who want to should get married, even boys and boys and girls and girls?"Well, kid, we stand corrected. You're more firm in your positions than most politicians today. Happy voting.
"Do you believe the government should help you with money if you don't have a job?"
"What about helping to pay for doctors and medicine?"
"Will you pay some taxes from the money you make to help pay for these things?"