A couple of weeks ago, at my son’s 9th birthday party at a Glow Golf place at the mall, a group of 18 boys gathered to eat cheese balls, pizza and a big cookie cake. During a lull in the very loud conversation, a spry young man stuffing cheese balls into his mouth shouted,” So! Who’s it going to be? Obama or Romney?”. Everyone was dead quiet for a nanosecond. Finally, the birthday boy turned to me and said, “can I have another juice pack?”. Then, thankfully, the conversation turned to Legos and Ninjagos again.
Moral of the true story:
I love me a good Democratic process but I cannot wait until it’s all over and we can focus on cheese balls and juice packs again.