Around 11:00 Tuesday morning, Mommy and Daddy arrived at the polling place in the small town where Mommy grew up, to cast our votes for both the next President of the United States and our other elected officials. Expecting long lines, we drove out of our way in hopes that we could avoid the rush—and it worked. We walked right in, received our cards, and went to work!
While we were there, one of the attendants noticed the Drakelings’ T-shirts, laughing at how incredibly cute they were. However, she continued, we technically shouldn’t have be allowed in with them; it’s illegal to enter a polling place wearing campaign apparel. Of course, once she noticed just who they were campaigning for, she laughed some more and relented. After all, she mused, “I don’t think Grandma’s even on the ballot!”
After fulfilling our civic duty, we stepped outside to snap some pictures for the kids’ preferred candidate. Unfortunately, even if Grandma did win the Presidency, I doubt she could do anything about David’s aversion to staged photos. ☺
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