So, I go to pick up my daughter from preschool yesterday afternoon and the director of the center sees me and comes over to tell me a story about my little girl. I like to hear stories about her, but I'm always worried when they come from people who have spent all day with her.
Paige is going to be four next week, but she likes to chatter away like she's 13, and loves polysyllabic words. She's kind of smart and likes to relay her knowledge to anybody around. She also likes to jump a lot and right now she has a cast on her wrist from jumping off her dollhouse onto our living room chair.
Anyway, the teacher in her preschool class was reading The Boy Who Cried Wolf to them the other day. The moral of the story, the teacher explained, was not to tell lies.
Paige shouts to the teacher, "I know somebody who tells lies--George Bush!"
"But," she added "Barack Obama always tells the truth!"
Fortunately, they weren't too disturbed about her injecting politics into storytime. And, I couldn't say much anyhow, since I was standing there listening to the director tell me the story wearing my Barack Obama jacket.
Actually, Obama was one of the first faces she had ever seen on television--if she had really looked. In the hospital room as a newborn, my wife and I watched Barack and Allen Keyes debate. And, she certainly must have noticed my wife crying and heard the roaring crowd when still in the womb as he gave his speech at the 2004 convention, too. We forced our other two kids to watch his speech that night, knowing he'd be our senator and hoping he would run for president someday.
Right after Paige was born, I told my wife "Here's one more chance to save the world!" Hopefully, we won't have to wait that long. She's good, but she still needs time to jump a lot.