Uneasy Rhetoric

My son has a shirt that says “Baby got Barack.” More importantly, however, for the last month, if I point out an Obama lawn sign, he says “Obawa sign.”  If I cue him a little he will also say “Mummo help. Obama sign. Tape.”  When we were in Ashland last month he helped his grandmother put her Obama sign in the window. He held the tape. I’ve got to try to get a recording of him saying it before he won’t anymore.

I’m a little wistful at the reality that he won’t remember this election. I can count on one hand the number of moments I remember before my third birthday and they’re very mundane things like looking up at the knob on our front door and trying to reach up to open it or seeing the Safeway on Alhambra under construction (that may have been after my third birthday; I can’t remember when that Safeway opened).