(because half the time, I don’t understand this crap myself)
Miss M took an interest in this week’s New Yorker cover.
And so I had to try to explain, to a literal-minded four-year-old (I ASK YOU: IS THERE ANY OTHER KIND?!?!), what it was all about. Metaphor. Fighting with words vs. actual fighting. Why that lady was biting. I don’t think I did very well.
Then she said, apropos of nothing, that she liked John McCain and correctly picked him out of the bunch. My heart broke a little, but I have a theory: he’s the pink one in the drawing. Miss M, despite her coppery hair, is all about Teh Pink.
Here’s a bonus political story from last week.
Miss M (singsongy, waving her wand): “Barack Obama, Barack Obama, Barack Obama!”
Me: “Who’s Barack Obama?”
Miss M (whispering): “She’s a princess. But her real name is Cinderella!”