In my extended family we used to faithfully observe the "rule of threes" which meant no talking about (1) religion- we span atheist, quaker, catholic and evangelical; (2) fat; and (3) politics. Since volunteering for the Obama campaign this summer I've been breaking the rules big time- hoping to make some headway on my fanatically right-wing mother and PUMA sister. No movement in spite of wearing my Obama-wear and gushing over all my activities.
Today I was soundly informed there was to be strict observance of rule #3 at the family cookout. BUT my two teens and I were fresh back from Invesco Stadium bursting with excitement. How could we possibly observe the rule? My fourteen year old saved the day. While I was out canvassing she baked and decorated a cake. My mom thought it was a beautiful patriotic offering. My PUMA sister told us we were all going to go to HELL. A cake we can believe in.