Athena and I just got home from me picking her up from school when the phone rang; Athena picked it up and then handed to me with a puzzled look on her face. It was a recorded political message. I didn’t bother to hear who it was from; I just hung it up. Athena wanted to know what it was about.
“There’s an election this year, and people want to tell me how to vote,” I said.
“Oh,” Athena said. “You know, I want Kerry to win.”
“Oh, really?” I said. “And why is that?”
“Because he has a ‘c’ in his name, and so do I,” Athena said. (she’s referring to the “c” in her last name, incidentally).
“Well, okay,” I said. “But you know, Kerry spells his name with a ‘k,’ not a ‘c.'”
Athena looked stunned for a minute and then thought furiously. “Well, there’s no ‘b’ in my name, so I don’t care,” she said. “I still want Kerry to win.” Clearly the pledges of allegiance go to the closest phonemic candidate.
This is a cute exchange no matter what, but here’s the thing: Neither Krissy or I talk politics to Athena or around Athena, and I know she doesn’t know how I’m going to vote because I haven’t told her (I just checked to make sure she didn’t know). So I asked her how she knew who was running for president.
“I read it in the newspaper,” she said.
Athena Scalzi in ’36, ladies and gentlemen. Get on the bandwagon now, while there’s still time.