A Civic Duty
For about a week now I’ve been preparing Kennedy to go with me to vote in our local elections. We talked about how she would have to stand with me and be quiet. We talked about how it was important that we always vote, in every election, no matter how small it is. I’m not sure that my 2.5 year old gets it, but it’s still important to start these conversations early.
So, at about 9:30 we loaded up and head out to our local polling location. She was definitely more excited to see the playground at the school than the actual voting location. And imagine her disappointment when there wasn’t anyone else there but me and the volunteers. Then, she didn’t even have to be quiet like we’d practiced. But, the experience was salvaged by the fact that she got a sticker.
I wrote a huge rant about voting and disparity of incomes in my county between the north side and south side and how the north side doesn’t seem to want to share their wealth with the kids on the south side (or really, just one noob who doesn’t). Then deleted it. No one really cares about how I still get infuriated with this noob I went to high school with. I obviously still have some pent up anger issues regarding how I was treated in Algebra class by this person.
