...we had one of those tonight at Sunnyside Park. Yes, I took her there instead of forcing her to sit through the vice presidential debate. So, sue me. It's the last warm, sunny day we'll have for a long, long time and I wanted to take advantage of it. Even it did mean that I let Rachel play in the dark and we didn't eat dinner until late, which means she got to bed late.
At the park, Rachel ran up to where I was sitting on a bench and said breathlessly, "Guess what that kid's name is?"
"What?" I answered.
"West," she said.
"West?" I asked.
"Yeah," she replied. "His name is a direction!"
I cracked up and gave her a high five. I really couldn't help myself.
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We did listen to a wrap-up of the debate on the way home. One of the NPR reporters mentioned Mitt Romney by name.
"Mitt Romney! I know that guy!" Rachel said. "I seen him in the newspaper!"
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