Democracy

This morning Dad gave Noah and me a little lecture about democracy and voting.

Well, the lecture was aimed more at Noah than me, but I was there and listening.

Democracy, apparently, is something to be excited about and grateful for.

Pfft.

For me, 'democracy in action' meant being removed from the toasty warm indoors to the cold and windy outdoors.

We had to stand in a line (outside) until we could get inside to do the voting thing.

Dad took ages with his big bit of paper.

Mum started work on her big bit of paper but gave up when I started to cry and Noah tried to make friends with the electoral workers (right after he tried to pull apart the ballot box). So she scrunched it up and got a new one.

She was done in the time it took to write the number 1, grumbled a bit about 'not getting to do it properly' and left with me and Noah.

Then we had to wait, in the wind, for Dad.

Brrr...at least this sort of thing only happens every few years.

And I suspect the next time, we little people won't be invited.