Her father’s daughter

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My dear eight-year-old (as of today) spent fifteen minutes on the phone with her dad tonight, grilling him on what he does and doesn’t like about each of the Presidential and Vice-Presidential candidates. Following that there was an in-depth discussion of the electoral college which culminated in her asking me to go to a specific website he told her about, where she could see a map of all the states which showed their electoral vote tally and which side they’re on. She studied this closely until I made her get up to go to bed. During all of this she also professed a desire to watch the results on t.v. on election day and asked to be told the story of the 2000 election again (Robert has regaled her with it at least twice already).
Folks, she does not get this from me. We can thank her Intercollegiate Legislature/Model U.N.-participating, History-minoring father for this bent. Who knows? Maybe I’ll be the mother of a Congresswoman or even the President someday.

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About msmaryb

I'm a native Californian who lives in Oklahoma. I'm a full-time student, pursuing a Bachelors in Anthropology, following which I hope to attain a Masters in Archaeology. I have three kids, one husband, no pets, and a lot of friends - most of whom live inside my computer. I love to read, write, watch tv (shut up, we can't all be brain surgeons), shop, and travel. I'm trying to set foot in all 50 states before I die. I have 38, so far. I love the Beatles and Maroon 5, and if you think those two things are incongruous, well, they are. But that's me. When I love something, I love it 100%. I don't do anything halfway. I want to know everything there is to know, so I'm trying to cram as much into my brain as I can in the short amount of time I'm allotted in this dimension.

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