Bathtime & morning car rides to school with Hippo are always…interesting. I mean he’s a five year old that loves Batman, My Little Pony, Star Wars & Wolf Blitzer. You really never know where the conversation is going to go. Last night was one of those nights. I had been watching some clips of Senator Barbara Boxer speaking about Homeland Security while Hippo was in the bath tub playing. And the conversation went a little something like this:
Hippo:
Who is that?
Mommy:
Senator Boxer. Our Senator who is retiring soon.
Hippo:
What’s retire mean again?
Mommy:
Leaving or quitting a job after working there a long time.
Hippo:
So, I can be Senator now?
Mommy:
You have to be a certain age and you need to finish Elementary school first.
Hippo:
Who’s gonna be Senator now? Cory Booker?
Mommy:
He’s New Jersey’s Senator. Our Attorney General is gonna run. Her name is Kamala Harris.
Hippo:
Is there a Vice Senator?
Mommy:
No. But if she wins she will be the first black female Senator from California. That’s gonna be cool for us!
Hippo:
I want another work.
Mommy:
You don’t wanna be an actor anymore?
Hippo:
Yes, but I also want to work for the new Senator.
Mommy:
You can’t work there until you’re in college.
Hippo:
But I’m tall. I can pretend.
*Mommy Blank Stare*
Hippo:
Mom?
Mommy:
Yes?
Hippo:
Who’s gonna be President for the democrats?
Mommy:
I think Hillary Clinton is going to run
Hippo:
She should make me her Vice.
Mommy:
Can we get through TK first?
Hippo:
Okay, Mom.
Fast Forward to this morning:
Hippo:
Mom?
Mommy:
Yes?
Hippo:
Are there a lot of brown Senators?
Mommy:
Not a lot, but there are a few.
Hippo:
Did our Senators go to Harvard?
Mommy:
I don’t think so.
Hippo:
What Senators went to Harvard?
Mommy:
Off the top of my head, JFK, President Obama and I think the Massachusetts Senator, Senator Warren. I think.
Hippo:
If I go to Harvard can I work for Cory Booker or the New lady Senator in California or the Massachusetts Senator?
Mommy:
If you get good grades, follow the law and are a nice person, I think anyone will hire you.
Hippo:
I’m gonna wear my Harvard sweatshirt to Washington D.C. & try to get a job with them.
Mommy:
Honey, you need to be in college to be an intern.
Hippo:
I’ll be really tall in June. Maybe they’ll know that I know how bill becomes a law!
Mommy:
How about we just worry about wacking the ball off the T on Saturday?
Hippo:
Okay, Mom.
Scene.
Hey…at least he didn’t suggest I marry Mitch McConnell again!
