Friday night, just as he was about to fall asleep, Noah roused himself and patted my shoulder. “What, honey?” I asked him. “I want Barack Obama to be President” he informed me. He smiled winningly and went back to sleep.
Dear God, we’ve politicized our children. I’m so proud. 🙂
Friday night, just as he was about to fall asleep, Noah roused himself and patted my shoulder. “What, honey?” I asked him. “I want Barack Obama to be President” he informed me. He smiled winningly and went back to sleep.
Dear God, we’ve politicized our children. I’m so proud. 🙂