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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.”