The following is a paraphrased conversation I overheard between Margaret and her little friend, Lucy:
(Keep in mind these girls are 7 and 8 years old and they have tiny, little girl voices. Think squeaky mouses while reading.)
Lucy: Who do you want to be president?
Mar: Uh, I dunno. I like Obama.
(Me thinking to myself: She likes Obama? 'the hell?)
Lucy:Yeah, but we've never had a girl president before.
Mar: Yeah, it would be nice to have a girl president, but I like Obama ... he's just so ... good (said with a strong sense of passion ... well, 7-year-old passion, but passion nonetheless).
Lucy: Yeah, but Clinton would mean we'd have a girl president. I'd like a girl president.
Mar: Yeah, a girl president would be good. But I like Obama.
Lucy: Yeah, he's good, too.
Mar: I got a new jumprope ... it's got beads and ...
The political discussion tapered off then, but I was left pondering their exchange.
First, I wonder why they felt the need to start every sentence with the word, "yeah."
Second, having never discussed the presidential candidates with Margaret I was very interested in how she developed her strong like for Obama.
Third, I loved the fact that they both referred to Hillary Clinton as a girl over and over again and that they never even discusses the idea of a Republican candidate. They threw around Obama and Clinton's name with abandon, but there was nary a mutterance of McCain.
If only the 7 and 8 years old ruled the world ... Oh, I guess Miley Cyrus would be president.