Municipal elections were held today in Israel and in order to accommodate voters, numerous schools were transformed into polling centers for the day, my son’s including. So he had the day off which was great for him.
En route to the park with our new companion “Butch”, a black lab & I dunno what mix, I explained to my son that I’d soon make my way to his school to cast my vote for Tel Aviv mayor. “The person who is the head of the city,” I explained, and continued: “If I were mayor, there’d be free candy for everyone and no teeth brushing ever!”
“YAHOO” my son-turned-instant-fan encouraged. “Will you be the mayor?”
I chuckled and shrugged my shoulders.
The thing about almost-7-year-olds is that they take things kind of literally.
“My mom’s going to be mayor,” he told his best friend later in the day. “And then she’s going to give us free candy and we don’t have to brush our teeth or go to school!” My son has learned to embellish already. Bless.
“YAHOO!” he and his friend hooted, stomping their feet and waving their arms wildly.
I chuckled again.
Later in the evening, as my son and I walked home from his art class he asked: “Did you win yet mom? I’d sure love some candy.”
“Too early to know sweetie,” I replied.
Quick. Send ideas. What to tell him tomorrow morning? On second thought, it’s not important. Just as long as the child continues believing his mayor-elect-mom is 23, everything else falls by the wayside.
Your Future Mayor and Candy Contributor. . .