The presidential debate makes the election more interesting for one household
Quin leaped up and fist-pumped and began to jump on the couch and shout, “Woot! Woot! Yeah! Go math! Go science! It's your birthday! Woot!” He may be struggling with his reading comprehension, but the kid is two grades ahead in math.
His brothers looked slightly put out.
So Quin was now glued and invested in the debate, despite knowing next to nothing about the candidates. He's the ultimately undecided voter – he chose his party, platform, and candidate last night while watching the debate. He was also very upset to hear that the president's grandma had died.
“That's terrible," he said. "And he came to the debate anyway.”
This took a bit of contextual gymnastics and explaining, which made us miss a bit of the shouting on the dais.
Avery, 13, was deeply frustrated that neither candidate seemed to strict to the time constraints and that Lehrer wasn't more firm.
“Can you imagine if Pop was running this debate?” smirked Ian, 17. “It would be on time, on topic and they would debate each other and NOT him.”
So apparently the debate needed a papa at the helm, at least according to my crew.
And then it happened, and I think every parent knows what the "it" was. Governor Mitt Romney uttered the fateful words, "I'm going to stop the subsidy to PBS. I'm going to stop other things. I like PBS, I love Big Bird. Actually, [I] like you, too. But I'm not going to keep on spending money on things to borrow money from China to pay for.”
At first the boys laughed, all being past the Big Bird age. Then the dawn broke and we missed a great deal of the debate as one broke out here in my house. “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” said Avery the cellist to Ian, who plays double bass. “Isn't that where the great concert series are on?”