I had no idea that Bud's been following politics.
I was giving him a bath this evening when we heard a low murmur of sound coming from through the closed bathroom door.
"That's music?" Bud asked.
"I think Nana is watching something on the computer," I said.
"It's Paul McCartney?" Bud asked.
I listened. I couldn't make out any of the words, but I recognized the rise and fall of the speech. "I think it's Barack Obama," I said, wondering how to explain who Barack Obama is.
"Barack Obama is singing?" Bud asked.
"No, Barack Obama is talking," I answered. Bud was quiet for a minute.
"Hillary Clinton is a singer?" Bud asked. I was startled. I had no idea that Bud knew the name "Hillary Clinton," much less that she was connected in some way to Barack Obama.
"No, Hillary Clinton is a talker, too," I answered.
"Hillary Clinton is Nana's friend?" Bud asked.
"Well, sure," I said. "Nana likes Hillary Clinton."
"And Barack Obama is Papa's friend?"
"Yes," I said, adding, lest Bud think that political allegiance must fall along gender lines, "But Nana likes Barack Obama, too."
"Barack Obama loves Nana?" Bud asked.
"Sure, Bud," I said. "Barack Obama loves everybody." (Have I mentioned that I have finally decided which candidate to support?)
"Barack Obama loves Papa?" he asked.
"Sure he does," I answered. Bud was quiet for another minute.
"Barack Obama loves Hillary Clinton?" Bud asked.
I hesitated before I answered. "Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton are friends, Bud," I said. "They both want the same things."
And then I added, silently: "They just don't act like it."