Election

Yesterday we were trying to juggle voting, long poll lines, work, and other obligations.  I thought it would be a good idea to vote before work (like many, many other people).  I actually left the house at quarter to 7 and instead of going to the polling center and waiting outside, I went to get a coffee.  So that when I arrived at just before 7, there was a long, long line.  I went to work instead, which meant I had to return to vote later with Sam, and hope that there was no line. 

En route to picking Sam up after work, I talked to Chris.  He had also been planning on voting before he dropped Sam at school, but also found a long line.

"Sorry Sam, no voting now.  We'll go to school, Daddy will vote later."

After Sam burst into tears and wouldn't stop wailing, Chris finally got to the bottom of it.  Sam had heard "voting" as "boating" and was VERY upset that he was no longer going on a boat.  It took about a half an hour of explanation to communicate that there was never a boat or water involved.

Still, when I got to the polls later that afternoon, Sam kept asking when they were, "going to move?"  I think he still thought there was some sort of adventure to be had (and not a grown up adventure in politics).  We made do with feeding the ballot into the electronic machine, which was pretty cool.
(I had a ten minute wait, unlike some voters who waited hours to cast their ballots.)

Sam also seems to have gotten in his head that politicians will help snow go away.  We're not clear on this one, but I guess indirectly they do.  I think it has more to do with him not liking the change in temperature, since up until about an hour ago, it hadn't snowed this year.

Now the voting/boating is over and everyone is a little tired from the late night results, except for of course those who were fast asleep in their cribs while their parents agonized over the results coming in and debated moving overseas.  We'll stay put for another four years at least.