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Well, Hellllooooo Mr. President

I have goosebumps. I have a lump in my throat. I'm excited to see what the next four years hold.

King of the world

Today I was driving Kitty Cat to and fro around Seattle and once, from the backseat, she said, "Mom. Mom. Mommy? Mom? I know who is King of the World."

I wondered what the heck she was going to come out with. Muhammad Ali? Rick Astley? Obama?

"Who?" I asked, genuinely curious.

I shouldn't have been surprised that she said, "God."

Despite the fact that J. and I are the least religious people I know, Kitty Cat's preschool is in a church. And, as such, she learns churchy things. Like to say grace before snack. To sing bible songs like she means it. How to bake heavenly brownies.

It's not all about Jesus and his ilk though. (And before you send me any howlers, know that I LIKE Jesus. Jesus was a good and kind man.) The preschool does tons of other cool stuff. Today the class VOTED on what the snack would be (timely, very timely). Last week a fire engine came to the school. The kids cook and paint and dress up and explore letters (and I'm totally wanting to be in preschool right now) and, most importantly, practice navigating other children.

And that she's learning about Noah, Moses, Luke and John...well, she's not getting any of that at home.

So, it's probably okay that she acquire it somewhere.

As much as I don't believe in bible stories, I think it's good to know them. To have a base of knowledge from which you can then pick and choose your ideologies.

Besides, she'll forget it all when we put her through our hardcore PreK Gospel Cleanse that includes several lessons in Rick Rolling.

I think of them every time I vote

It was just 88 years ago that women were granted the right to vote in every state of the U.S. Thanks to the hard work of the women above.

Never have I been more excited about voting than I am this year.