Poor Jude. It must be hard to be in a family of people who cheer on their political party like other cheer on sports teams.
I remember growing my cousin thought my grandfather knew the president because he argued with the television when he was on. I have to admit to catching myself muttering arguments at people on the radio.
When the campaign DVD came, he thought for sure he'd be entertained as our side fights the bad guys. During primary season, he was convinced he was going to be part of something really cool. And when he saw caricatures of the candidates in a gaming magazine (yes, my children can recognize them even in cartoon form), he believed that maybe there's something fun to these guys.
He tried arguing politics with his daycare director and entertaining his teachers by parroting the names he heard us and NPR repeat. He wanted to share the enthusiasm we all had as we listened to debates, talked about the candidates and got excited about Election Day like it was some holiday as fund as Halloween.
So when the day arrived and we cast our electronic ballot, Jude felt somewhat shortchanged and shouted repeatedly from the polling place to the car, "But wait, we need to go do the voting now!"
I'm still not sure what he expected. Treats? Candy? Candidates greeting him in person doing songs and dances like when we went to see the Wiggles?
I guess democracy in action was not as action-packed as he had hoped. Let's hope he doesn't expect the president to leap tall buildings fly or save the planet on Inauguration Day. I know three other members of the household that already expect these things of one candidate.
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