Just in case there are folks scourging the internet for evidence of voter fraud, I feel like this photo should come will the following disclaimer: No, my baby did not vote, he’s just wearing the sticker. That said, Wee-Willy helped me fulfill my democratic right to vote by being a charming little prince while I Obama’d it up. However, his presence did dampen the voting experience for a few others. This was thanks to a really nice, yet loud Russian woman from our old building who has a tendency to touch Will’s face a lot and talk to him in a sweet yelling voice, if there is such a thing. She was working the poll and while I put my ballots into the voting machine she went through her usual banter animated by pokes into Will’s cheeks. “Oh, ya! Baby! Russian, russian, biiiiig boy, russian, russian! Baby! Ya!” Will really digs her. This went on for several minutes which allowed me a lot of time to ponder those voting machines. How do they work? Why does it not matter which side of the ballot faces up or if it gets put in backwards? Or, does it matter and I just didn’t get the proper instructions from the nice loud lady because she was too busy sweetly poking my child in the face? Regardless, my fellow Americans did not appreciate the disruption to their concentration while they went through their five pages of alphabetized and numerical choices (gotta love California!). As we left, she was being forced into taking a break outside by her fellow volunteers. For a second I got nervous she’d follow us to the car, but instead she just waved with A LOT of enthusiasm and yelled “I love democracy!” Totally.
