Child Labor and Obama

I know, catchy title, don't you think?
No, this is not a political post. It's just some things that Kaeley has been learning and, like wise, teaching me. First thing first. Kaeley has a Barbie that she's been earning. She has to earn $11.00. There's a page of printed quarters in the kitchen, and a little menu of chores around the house that she can help out with. She'll choose a chore, if she's in the mood, and if she completes the task she can cross of the appropriate amount of quarters. So far she has $9.50 more to go. So, anyway, that's where the child labor comes in.
Yesterday I had written a friend that Brad and I planned on dressing as McCain and Palin if we had the occasion to wear costumes. I would have had to buy Brad the big plastic mask for $26.00, because Brad, while voting for McCain, looks nothing like the old white man with white hair. It then occurred to me that I could have maybe passed him off as Obama and saved myself the money. My mom didn't get this, but if you compare Brad to the two candidates, in my opinion, he'd look more like Obama. He has the darker skin and hair and is slender. I thought if Brad just kept smiling and talking about change he'd pass it off.
That very afternoon Kaeley decides she's going dust. She randomly dusted off door knobs, bottoms of chairs, and anything else she could reach. I always listen to talk radio during that time, and they were talking about Obama. I had printed out blown up pictures from the internet of all four candidatese and posted them in the kitchen. They were kind of blurry.
Pointing to the blown up picture of Obama, I said, "This is Obama, right here." She said, "Oh. I thought that was Daddy." I almost died!
Brad didn't think it was funny. He said he'd rather look like Palin. I'm assuming everyone knows how we're voting, so why hide it? If anyone is surprised we're voting conservative across the board needs to come talk to me.
Now this morning I was trying to figure out the audio system in the van. I tried to set her up with something like Radio Disney so I could listen to my music on the CD player. After a few minutes Kaeley spoke up and said, "Mommy, something's wrong with my music, because this is just Obama." Sure enough. I had left on Rush Limbaugh. I guess she's not yet interested in a political career. Maybe next year.
Okay, the other lesson she learned was about our military. Whenever we see a person in a military uniform I quietly point him/her out to Kaeley and whisper, "That's a hero! They protect us." So, the other day we're driving in the car and see a man in a camo jacket drive by us on a scooter. He was obviously not in the military, but he was wearing the jacket, so I can see where she went wrong. She shouts out, "Mommy, there's one of our heros!" According to Kaeley's world these heros ride around on scooters to help people out of fires. I didn't mess with that one. I just answered, "Yeah, maybe!"