I keep catching myself, as a parent, when I’m “telling my kids like it is,” with respect to politics. I hold strong views and can get very animated, using humor, hand waving, and even a little bit of interpretive dance. But I want my kids to hold their own views. I don’t want them to not vote for Ted Cruz just because “Daddy says he’s a religious loon, desiring to prepare the way for the Lord, via the Presidency.”
Such is why, when a conversation like the following begins in my car, between my kids, I wince a little. But not to worry, I would soon be puffing my chest out with pride, listening to my oldest son explain his reasons for disliking Donald Trump.
“I don’t want Trump to be President,” Felicity, my 8-year-old said.
“Why? Why don’t you like Trump,” I asked?
“Because he’s an idiot! You say he’s an idiot!”
That was Laura (12). She’s really quite good at worming her way into the good graces of anyone she needs to impress, but this was a bit of an overreach. I needed better answers. Frederic (11) piped up from the back seat, noticeably angry, shoving his words forward, not caring who died in the process of his wrath.
“Felicity! Do you have any brown or darker than brown friends!?”
“Well, I have three or four, and if Donald Trump becomes President, he’s going to come and take my friends away. He’s going to send them away. I hate him.”
That was simple. I think I’m going to hang out with kids a bit more.