Fangirl

She refers to him, gleefully, as "ROCK Obama," despite my repeated (if clearly bemused) correction.

She talks about going with me to vote for him as if Election Day will be a day comparable to one spent slaying dragons and rescuing distressed damsels -- a day filled with ecstatic triumph and heroism.

She forced me to permanently save to our DVR an episode of The Daily Show with a hilariously overwrought mock DNC-style video biography of Obama (which features, among other things, a mystical goat who convinces Obama to go into politics), and quite literally begs us to let her watch it over and over again.

She's five years old, and she asks me to explain to her what "ROCK" Obama believes, and how Obama's views are different from those of his opponent (whom she references, with formal stiffness, by his full name with no affectionate personalization). We try very hard to represent both candidates fairly to her, but when presented with McCain's position on any issue she invariably curls her nose up and mutters aloud "bleech."

She's five years old, and she's a true believer if I ever saw one.

That's my girl.

PS: Have you checked out the linkblog lately? Because, you know, good times.

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(Thanks to our friend Rebecca, who sent the foam hand to M. Needless to say, she loved it.)