Can we please elect an *actual* child for President?
This morning I realized that talking to young children about important issues is exactly what moderators of the presidential debates must feel like:
Me (starting a conversation about things we can do as a family to help the Earth, which is Gus’s homework this week): So what are some things we can do to help the Earth?
Piper: We could pick up trash.
Me: That’s a good idea.
Gus: Especially in New York. New York smells and there is a lot of trash. (editor’s note: ?????)
Me: Ok, um, what else?
Piper: Chocolate comes from cheese, Mommy.
Me: Sure. What else do you think we can do to help the Earth, though?
Gus: We could put the caps back on our markers.
Me: Great idea. That’s a good one, so we don’t have to….
Gus: Oh! And we could help zebras give birth! You know, so they’re not so…full. And probably we could help them pee for the same reason.
Me: Right. Ok.
Piper: We could use things again.
Me: Great idea. Like what?
Gus: Like the honey jar shaped like a bear. I can’t wait to make something from that when we’re done with the honey.
Piper: NO! I GET THE HONEY JAR WHEN YOU’RE DONE!
Gus: IT’S MINE! I GET THE HONEY JAR…
Piper: IT IS NOT!!!!!!! IT’S MINE!!!!![etc. etc. blah blah blah meltdown blah hitting screaming meltdown blah blah]
End scene. Repeat tomorrow and the next day.