Out of the mouths of babes

Tonight was the dreaded night by the Army of Mom children - the night we went to get our flu shots. Each of the three children got one and because they had a dose last year, they don't have to get a second one. Hooray!

To soothe the ouchies of the flu shots, we made a detour on the way home to Braum's for a scoop of chocolate ice cream in a cup. Nothing erases flu shot pain better than ice cream, in case you didn't know.

We took the long way home so the children would finish their delights in the car (the two youngest children are wearing towels that I keep in the car for emergencies; this counts) and not drag the drippy mess into the house. As we're driving along a very nice upper middle class neighborhood, my oldest says to me:

Mom, I see a lot of Bush-Cheney signs in people's yards.

Yep, a lot of people have their signs out. Its a little over a month till election day.

Mom.

Yes, baby.

I really hope President Bush wins.

Me, too, sweetheart.

You know why?

Why?

Because I don't want that democrab guy to win. That would really make me mad.
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Swear to God - he calls them democrabs. The first time he said it I hesitated on correcting him. After I finished laughing, I told him the right way to say it. But, he still slips now and then. Not really too far off, I think.