Broc-O-Mama

I'm not surprised about the election results. I'm not overly excited or disappointed. I don't think either presidential candidate really had very many good answers. But in the morning, I will have to confront both sides of the political spectrum.

I mean Sammy and Riley.

They took an interest in politics only because they liked saying "Barack Obama," which almost instantly morphed into "Broc-O-Mama" (me), and several other goofy variations. But the boys do recognize his name on the radio.

Then I took the whole family with me to vote last week, where Sammy very loudly proclaimed that he wanted the "white guy" to win. "Do you mean the man with the white hair?" I asked, feeling condemned as a racist (by my predominantly white fellow voters, go figure). "No, the man with the white face," he replied. No reason that he could specify, though.

Then today, Riley came home with a preschool paper about voting, the president, and the two candidates. I noticed he had marked his "vote" for Barack Obama. He couldn't say why either, so I think it goes back to the "Broc-O-Mama" thing (Riley likes funny words). All he knew was that he wanted Obama to live in the big white house, not McCain. And he called them by their last names, for all the world sounding like a seasoned reporter.

All I want is for my two little boys not to bicker in the morning or taunt each other over the outcome of the election. And I guess it would be nice if the rest of the country wouldn't either!