If you voted at the same place I did, about 5pm, you may have caught the following exchanges between a young girl and her mother.
H: Is dad running for govenor?
H: But you voted for someone named John. You should vote for dad. He should be govenor.
N: Dad's busy enough already. You need to be quieter please.
H (whispering): Yes, No, Yes, Yes... Can I fill some of those out for you?
Jonah can't believe 3-year-olds can't vote. And they call this a democracy!
Nice long post coming tomorrow, I promise.