Six-year-old Haylee crawled up into my lap today. She is very concerned these days about our president. She wants to know how much longer before we get a new one. She must have been giving it a lot of thought because she asked, "Grama, can a girl be president?"
"When she grows up, yes she can."
"If I was president, I have some decisions I would make."
"Really? What would you do if you were president?"
"I'd make everybody be nice and not make fun of people like that man on television."
I won't tell you who the man on television was. Suffice it to say, he probably wouldn't even have flinched at the child's reproof. She's always coming up with questions about politicians and I wondered what had sparked the latest interest. Then I remembered; she went with her mother to the polls on Tuesday and watched her vote. Haylee must have been reading my mind when she asked, "Did you vote for the government, Grama?"
"Yes, I did. What else would you do if you were president, Haylee?"
"I'd build a wall around the United States like the one in China. It has been there a very long time, and it would keep all the bad men out of here. Don't you think it would?"
"It might."
"Is that a good idea?"
"I think it is better than some I've been hearing, baby. Much better."
She wasn't happy the other day when she saw a story about a town that wouldn't let some children sell pumpkins without a license. "It's their pumpkins, Grama, why can't they sell them?"
I haven't told her about the legislators who are trying to eliminate home-schooling. Nor have I informed her about the latest initiatives to replace french fries for carrots and prohibiting toys in Happy Meals. If I did, I think she'd be dictating an email for me to send to the knotheads in San Francisco. How dare they!
If I were McDonald's and Burger King, I'd pack up my burgers and fries and head for the city limits. No wonder California businesses are pulling up stakes and relocating in Texas. When politicians can dictate a restaurant's menu, prohibition has found new meaning. selahV
