the most interesting discussion of the night was between roman and i.
me: “roman, whom do you want to be president?”
ro (holding up 3 fingers): “3 presidents.”
me: “why 3 presidents?”
ro: “my want grapes, daddy.”
then, once the initial supply of grapes ran out…
ro: “my want more grapes, mommy.”
ro (pointing to me and saying in his worst tone of pure punishment): “no, daddy, back” (pointing sharply to the t.v.) “you watch mccain.”