My Little Patriot

Yesterday I, like many Americans, headed to the voter's booths. I was planning to stop by after school and I had Layla with me. I told her that we were going to do something very special and used other interesting words like that to help explain the voting process.
The drive from Baytown to Mont Belvieu is about 20 minutes, just enough time for a tuckered out 4 year old to get comfortable and fall asleep in the car. I knew this would happen and after thinking that it would probably be frowned upon if I left her in the car in front of the court house (windows cracked of course) I got her out and carried her to the polls.
Layla has very "generous" tonsils, poor baby, so she snores ... God love her, she can't help it. Anyway, there I was holding this child that is very LONG and not only did she fall asleep, but she fell asleep with Barbie sunglasses on and she is SNORING loudly.
Well, this nice lady that was there assisting people in the court house, comes over to me and asks if she could hold Layla while I voted. "Sure!" I say and soon after I finish my duty as an American, grab Layla and head out.
If you will recall, I said I had tried to explain to Layla using interesting words what the voting process was, I must have done a bang-up job because when she woke up and realized she had missed the whole thing, she started to cry.
I couldn't settle this girl down. All she kept saying was, "I wanted to help you vote Mommy!"
My sweet little patriot.