Earnest and sincere my youngest looked at me, clearly wishing to communicate that he had learned something important.
"Mommy, did you know that Mr. Obama and Mr. Huckleberry won the cacsukahs?"
My nose wrinkled. My eyes watered. I pinched my lips together hard. Must not laugh. The eyes watered some more.
"Caucuses. Um. Yes do you know what the caucuses are for?"
My oldest chimed in, eager to show that he was better than his brother at yet one more thing..."To choose the president!"
"Well sort of, to choose our presidential candidates for the two major political parties in the country, the Democrats and the Republicans."
"But we're Democrats, right Mom?" That older boy. Pretty darn sure of himself.
"Well, I'M a Democrat. Your father is too. You don't belong to any party right now. Why is that?"
"You have to be eighteen to vote. But I'm going to be a Democrat because I think war is stupid. People should use their words, not fight in wars."
"Hmm...well I don't know if it is quite that simple, but yes, it would be nice if everyone would just use their words to work out their differences. So you aren't old enough to vote, but do you know how old you have to be in order to be the President of the United States?"
"Eleven or twelve?" offered the young one helpfully.
"No, actually you have to be at least 35 years old!"
"Wow! Really, that's old."
"So do you think anyone you know could be president?"
"Well, I don't know..."
"Could Miss R from church be the President?"
"Yes, yes, she'd be a good president, she's good at using her words!"
"Nope, sorry boys she's only 22, too young to be president."
"Daddy could be president!"
"Well sure. What about me, do you think I could be president?"
The gurgling noise coming from my youngest was unmistakable. He was drowning in his own laughter.
"Hey! What's that for, why couldn't I be president?!?"
"You're a MOMMY, Mommy. You've got IMPORTANT stuff to do."
Well then. Okay.