You were in the back seat of Grammy’s BMW, with Molly.  We had left Ben’s soccer game and were headed to get groceries. I had asked you who you would be voting for this week.

A little while later you started chanting:

“Romney stinks.”

then a pause.

then…

“Obama takes a shower.”

then you put them together:

“Romney stinks and Obama takes a shower.”

“Romney stinks and Obama takes a shower.”

“Romney stinks and Obama takes a shower.”

Listening carefully to the verses, Molly soon got in the game and the two of you shouted your political chant together, in unison.  Soon it was a rousing anthem, repeated over and over, with plenty of laughter in between the verses.  And it kept getting louder.

I jumped into the fray at one point, saying “Okay, I’ll say Romney and then you say ‘stinks.’  Then I’ll say Obama and you say ‘shower.'”

“Romney!”

“Stinks!”

“Obama!”

“Shower!”

Then the two of you went back to the normal chant.

Grammy who had been enjoying the singalong, eventually said “Okay, alright, that’s enough!” 

She was right.

Political viewpoints had been expressed.  Points had been made. Fun had been had at the expense of presidential candidates.

Only two more days and we won’t have to watch e-n-d-l-e-s-s political ads on TV anymore.  Election day is Tuesday and it will all be over.  Thankfully.

May the best man win (but we  hope it’s Obama).