M's interest in politics has risen during this build-up to the election (his interest had waned since the days when he was about three and blamed everything bad on the president--if he saw litter on the ground he would say, "Must have been George Bush"). We've been talking about the candidates and the difference between Republicans and Democrats. Without apology I feed him my biases: "Republicans want to take money from poor people and give it to rich people, destroy the environment and start wars. Democrats want everyone to have equal access to health care and education, to take care of the environment and make friends around the world." (Actually that's more of a description of the Greens, but I'm throwing my chips in with the Dems this year--and they better not disappoint!)
Last night as I was getting everyone ready for bed, Z and M had an altercation. M made as if to hit Z.
"Hey, hey, hey," I said. "No hitting."
"I want to hit him really hard in the face," M said.
"That's what George Bush would do, isn't it?" I asked. He looked chastened.
"What would Barak Obama do?" I asked.
"Probably tell him to stop it," he replied.
Shameless, I know, but if it works I'll take it!