A conversation while we were at my parents' house this weekend:
Graceful, "Aunt Meredith, how old are you?"
Graceful, "You're old enough to be president now."
Mer, something like, "You're right, I am, but I'm not well-funded enough to run."
Jen, clearly with Satan sitting on my shoulder, trying to stir up trouble, "Yeah but Graceful, what would you do if Aunt Mer ran as a Republican? Would you still vote for her?"
Graceful, looking very concerned, "Hmmm, I'd have to think about that."
Looks of dismay from my sister and step-mother, both of whom are Republicans. In case you haven't figured this out yet, we here in Jenworld are Democrats, including the children. They pretty much believe that George W. Bush is the most evil person alive. We've tried to explain that, no, it's actually Dick Cheney who is of greater concern. Bush, after all, is not smart enough to do any real damage. And, yes, my children do also believe that Bush is of sub-par intelligence.
My stepmother, "I can't believe how you're brainwashing your children."
Jen, apparently itching for a fight, "They're my children and I'm raising them to think the way I do, which is part of what parenting is about."
At that point, my sister, sensing trouble, wisely changed the subject to Obama vs. Hillary, which got us on more neutral ground, if you can believe that.
DNA is a really weird fucking thing.