Proof That I Dragged My Kids to the Polls

Maestro of Mouth, 5: Um, yeah, okay, mom. What? You want me to do what? A thumbs up to look like I'm interested in this voting stuff? Where's the race you told me about? Isn't there a dem-crumb-bat running in a race against a pub-lickin? Where's the racetrack, mom? I thought we were going to a race track? This just looks like an office in a garage. Geez. I told the ladies behind the table I'm soooo used to voting with you.


Pigtail Sprite, 2: No, weally. I use-u-ee pict-your vewy, vewy 'door-a-bwie. I just wook a wittle scare-we wike dis. Eben wike a lion, maybe. Where's da boat? You said we go boating, mommy! (Actually, mommy stole the boat thing from my cousin. My aunt told my mom about it and my mom totally ripped it off for a laugh on her blog.)


Maestro of Mouth: Can't we go get frozen yogurt now? Voting makes me hungry. I want gummy bears and Oreo cookies and raw cookie dough and mini M&Ms on mine. Please, mom. Pa-leeeeese? You just want to look cool on your blog, mom. Stop taking my picture.

Grumpy Cheeks McGee, 3: I'm not shown because I'm camera shy and very, very moody. Even when my mom wants me to be social in public. Especially when we're out in public! And about the frozen yogurt, I told my mom, "No. Dat's just like canny. Our teef will rot if we eat dat!"