Because my son deserves a better America.
We've taken Jack to the polls nearly every election of his life. Back in Jackson when he was a baby, the ladies at the polls would pass him back and forth while we voted in school board elections. In 2004, he wore his mini-sized Bush-Kerry JibJab T-shirt and tried to cop donuts from the poll workers.
Now he's old enough to ask some things, basic questions but important ones. Old enough to need the talk about how your voting choice is private, a precious secret you keep while you're in the polling place. Old enough that when I pressed the button for a Republican candidate, he noticed and kept it to a stage whisper when he asked, "But wait, I thought you said we were DEMOCRATS!"
What moves me is knowing he's old enough now to remember pressing that button for the rest of his life.
