I'd like to take a small point of personal privilege in this diary (of course, what is a diary if not expressing personal privilege? But I digress) to share a quick story from our home yesterday evening.
The quote in the title is from the oldest of the two pre-schoolers in our house. Early in the afternoon I tuned into the teevee broadcast to catch Obama's speech. Perhaps you've seen pictures from the event:
Fast forward to after the dinner hour and some tinkering around with toys, etc. The kids disappeared into another room for a while. With preschoolers you get a little worried when things get quiet so we offered a gentle call to make sure they were still alive.
"Just a second, Obama is speaking" was the reply. This was quickly followed with a command to the younger sibling..."Help get the stadium filled".
That certainly piqued enough curiosity to go take a look in the other room.
This is what we saw:
Definitely a packed house!!
::::
My kids are the two most compelling reasons I voted for Obama in the primary and will be voting for him in the fall. One of these days I may write about my journey following his rise (he has been on my radar screen since shortly after winning his Illinois Senate primary race in '04). I've been through a few presidential elections. Not a huge number, but enough, and my vote for Barack Obama is the first I've made with passion behind my intellectual reasons for choosing a candidate. Not the least of which is that my kids will grow up in a world that has always had (in their memories, at least) an African-American as a the standard bearer for a major political party.
I guess my enthusiasm is rubbing off on my children a bit.