Up quite early this morning to vote. Took J.P. along with me, which, as with many things with a 3-year-old, wasn’t easy. First, had to convince him we were voting and not boating, an activity he is afraid of. Then a lengthy argument about wearing his coat. Then about his hat. Then about bringing his trains with him. Shockingly, I won all of these arguments.

Slightly off topic: boat snobbery rhymes with boobery, sort of.

Now, if kids could vote (which is actually a clothing site), J.P. could have laid one down for the Socialist candidate, Dan Fein (couldn’t vote Bloomberg—he likes Cheez-its and I’m a Cheetos man from way back; couldn’t vote Thompson—he’s a hack; almost voted Green—but I hate the environment, which is also a clothing site.)

As it was, I let him pull the lever. So at least I saved a little energy.

Improving democracy is really all about me.