Instead, the girls and I picked up these glamorous badges:
I love to take them voting with me. We all cram into the booth and talk too loudly. I hold the faux pencil and let them push it down to make the hole, let them feel what it's like. I'm always waiting for the Voting Poll People to tell me not to do that, but they never do. Tonight Maya told Mina to be quiet so no one would copy ours. I said, "We want them to copy ours. But they have a right to their own opinion."
"Why can't I vote now?" "Why won't Bush stop the war?" "How do you know you're punching the right hole?" "What if you mess up? Can you get another one?" "What's a Lieutenant Governor?" "Do women run for govenor?" "I have to go potty." "Do you know these people on the ballot?" "What's the Green Party?" "You don't vote for the Green Party?" "Peace and what party?" "What if it's the day before your 18th birthday, can you still vote?" We just talk it up in a 2 x 2 space.