Steve and I were in the front of the van talking about some proposition or another when Preston heard the word, "government" in our conversation. The following is our banter:
Preston: Do we have a government anyway?
Daddy: Yes--
Preston: Well, what's his name?
Daddy: Oh, well, the government is made up of a bunch of people who work together--
Preston: But, what's his naaame?
(Amused glances and smirks exchanged between parents.)
Daddy: Well, there's the Legislative, the Executive--
Preston: Ughhh...
Daddy: The government has power to--
Preston: Power? Like a Laser Power or sumpin?
Daddy: No, no...
Preston: Does the government cut people with the power?
(Umm...)
Mommy: Well, there's a President who is in charge of the government. His name is President Obama.
Preston: President Oomana?
Mommy: No, O-Ba-Ma.
Preston: (singing) Obanaaa, Oomaana, Ukuunaaa.....
I wish they could stay children forever and ever.
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