The Chunster's Politics

I debated not adding this post to the blog, but I figure, hey, it's my blog, and this is my version of a baby book. So here goes. I will say for the record (hey, the record is important in my line of work) that I most certainly believe in being
prayerful and supportive of whatever person is the chosen leader. Please don't take any of this to imply disrespect.

The Chunster loves Obama. There, you have heard my secret.



As you might imagine, I hail from the Land of Dubya, not only in geography, but in spirit and philosophy also. I am unashamedly Republican, and so is my family. We call 43rd "Uncle George."

So...back in Sept, I was trying to teach Amelia to say "we are republicans," anticipating Papa's pride. And then it happened. Out of the cherub's mouth comes: "Mom, you may be Repubwican, but I am Democrat." Yes, on speaker phone. Yes, with Papa on the other end. Thud. Trying to make the best of the circumstances, I suggested to Amelia that, on the other hand, she might need to be 4 before declaring a political party.

Then came the actual election. My preschooler fell head-over-heels for Obama. She began telling me to "shush" when he is on the news. She went crazy when she saw his photo (yes, we had to purchase the Time Magazine commemorative edition). She asked me once, "don't you think our new Pwesident is handsome?" And of
course, she prays for him every night. She once told me that he sits next to God and talks to Him. I hope so!!!

To top it off, in a West Texas airport crowded with people, when the TV was showing Dubya's goodbye speech, my very tactful 4 yr old LOUDLY announced "he's outta
here!" Yes, I got the stink-eye from my fellow West Texans.

Several weeks back was the Presidential Address. My Chun-bug was SO thrilled. She grabbed her commemorative magazine and claimed her spot in front of the TV. She actually stood and cheered when the audience did. (Okay, my mom did call her to point out some people were seated and not cheering and those people were Republicans. Amelia said, "my mom didn't clap either" - at least she's catching on.)



We tried to explain redistribution of wealth, and she was briefly concerned about the safety of her Ratatouille bank, but when we assured her that nobdy was coming to take it away, she recovered. As she was watching the President with adoration, I decided I should photograph this magical moment.



Finally, Amelia asked if she could use the camera. Assuming she want to take my picture, I handed the camera over. However, the Mama as a subject has now been usurped by one much fairer: Our President. Yes, the Chunster photographed
her magazine cover, featuring President Obama. She even began playing "presidential motorcade" with her cars (I happened to buy a presidential limo play car when I was in D.C. for work...back when Uncle George lived in the White House.)



This might be funny if it weren't completely and totally true. How does a Mama lose her political influence before her child turns 5?

And Papa has recovered from his near heart-failure: he actually bought her a t-shirt that says "Little Democrat." No, I have not yet let her wear it in public.


Amy