Tuesday, November 6, 2012

My choice.

Our polling place is the elementary school across the street from our house. Having missed our chance to vote by absentee ballot, I bundled up the kids and myself in hats and mittens and jackets, we headed over to cast my vote at 8:30 this morning. I braced myself for a loooong line with two wiggly boys, but as I heaved open the front door I was greeted by 5 smiling volunteers and a lull in the voting rush! There was NO LINE. It was amazing.
While I signed in, a volunteer asked me if Christopher might be interested in a little treat. Indeed, with the memory of trick-or-treating not far from his every thought (every day he wants to know if we can go trick-or-treating at night), a little treat was very much appreciated. The electronic booths were filled, so while Christopher carefully ate the top layer of pink frosting and multicolored sprinkles off of his doughnut, I showed him how to connect the arrow lines to make my choice. That was the best way I could explain it to him. It's a choice, right? A choice responsibility.

We were then gifted three "I voted!" stickers as we left.

1. No waiting in lines,
2. Flats of doughnuts with sprinkles! to which Mama said, "OK," and
3. Stickers.

I think voting might be our new favorite thing. Too bad we have to wait another 2 years before we get to do it again.