It’s the little guy’s bedtime and the lights are out. Reed and I are discussing what we’ll be doing the next day.
“Now, tomorrow we have to go vote.”
“You know your placemat with all the presidents on it? Well, in November we’re going to vote for a new president, and tomorrow we’re going to vote to see who gets to run to be president.”
“Maybe it’ll be a boy. They’re really fast.”