In conjunction with Our Voting Adventure the other day, Kitten and I had a long discussion of political signs, and I trained her to keep an eye out for them. “I see one all blue and red and white!” The ones that were the most visible to her — large lettering, simple and clean design, actually probably the most attractive ones out there, were for Pete Coors. I appreciate a good design. The Salazar signs were pretty ugly, by contrast, single color and blocky and messy.
Of course, Salazar won and Coors lost. My aesthetic sense continues to bat a thousand.
As part of the discussion, I noted that one of the presidential candidate signs had a “K.”
“Like Katherine?” she asked, catching on.
“Yup. Only it’s ‘K’ for ‘Kerry.'”
“That’s a boy’s name.” She must know one. In my day, it was (phonetically, at least) a unisex name. One of my first girlfriends was named Kari. Hmmm. Wonder if that hurt the Dems.
Anyway, driving home yesterday, she brought up the “what was that word, ”lection?'”
“Uh-huh.”
“Pres’dent Bush won the ‘lection.”
I have no idea who taught her the name. Though she may have picked it up as I was listening to the radio and NPR’s sonorous post mortem. Like a sponge, that girl. “Yup.”
“Does that mean we get to keep him?”
Until you’re 8 years old, kid. Which is, upon reflection, mildly appalling.