Good Thinking, Kid

My neighborhood is constantly crawling with families. I'm not a big kid person myself, but when you live a couple hundred yards from the National Zoo, you can barely open your mouth to utter a curse word without a kid being with in earshot.

Today was a bit different, though. While walking my dog, a family of four was making their way to the zoo when they stopped to remark about a neighbor's car who is littered with bumper stickers. Their car is sticker free, and the youngest son, who I'll peg at around 10, said he wanted a bumper sticker on their car. Mom turned and asked, "What do you want it to say? The soccer team? A Redskins one?"

His quick reply, "Obama in '08!"

Is he an 10-year-old socialist? Doubtful. He's a kid who, when posed with a innocuous question, threw out an honest answer, and one that was at once poignant, truthful, natural and bizarrely mature for someone who could have thrown out the Redskins or something else and no one would have thought twice. Instead, he said "Obama in '08" and now my day is a lot better. I'm hoping that kid runs for something someday. He's got a good head on his shoulders already.

Good thinking, kid.