First, I suggest you go over here to read Maia's eloquent post about election day. Next, I'll give you ours courtesy of Lire:
"Where Barack Obama? Where he is?" Lire, in all his literal preschool-ness, thought that Barack Obama would be at the voting precinct. When I told him that he was in Indiana, he couldn't believe it.
Al and I took Lire with us to vote early in the afternoon. He was done with school and hadn't gotten to vote for Barack Obama like his older brother had during the primaries. He's been talking about this for months.
"I go Barack Obama!"
Al and I went in, Lire LOUDLY at our side. He is small, but loud, and repeats himself. A lot. I don't think the name Barack Obama has been uttered more in ten minutes over the course of this campaign than it was in our tiny little meeting house yesterday morning. Lire caused both great big smiles of happiness and embarrassed, uncomfortable glances. The former smile-wearers had a spring in their steps, and met our eyes with a "can you believe it, I'm so happy!" look. The latter grimacers mostly were forced into slight, creaky smiles by Lire's enthusiasm. However, an entire family that we actually KNOW totally iced us. Brrr!!!! Even when we smiled and waved at them.
Oh well. Lire tries, but even he can't charm some conservatives.
Later that night, our cousins came over to watch the returns with us. Lire and Habtam stayed up a bit later to watch part of it. Lire thought we were going to get to vote again. He warned Habtam to listen to me and get into his pajamas and brush his teeth: "Habtam! Listen Mommy! Vote Barack Obama later with cousins!"
I can only imagine the party he envisioned: All of us with our cousins, Barack Obama in our midst, sharing popcorn and white wine, counting the blue and red shapes on the tv, pulling the lever over and over again.
"Mommy! Barack Obama blue, John McCain Red!" This was his morning revelation. Even though they have scant concept of what a president is or does, H and L were very, very happy that Barack Obama will be ours.