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Daddy takes the twins to cast an in-person vote to punctuate the first ever nomination by a major political party of a woman for US President.

F (skipping down to the polling place, as predicted): Daddy, are we going to meet Hillary Clinton?
D: No, the candidates aren’t at the polling place. We just vote for them there.
C: Yah, it would take millions of dollars to meet Hillary Clinton.

Daddy laughs at her filtered-down, unintentional, last-gasp nod to those futilely still clinging to some sort of “Bern”. Moving to the back of the church-turned-polling-location, Daddy tries to explain the importance of voting.

F: Daddy, are we going to have to sing at voting?
D: Sing?
F: Yah. People normally sing at church.
D (smiling): Nope, there’s no singing while voting. It’s a pretty quiet process.
F: Oh. Good.

As another woman also casting her vote in person smiles over, Daddy whispers the kids through the selections, moving from local issues to state legislative offices, to the US Senate race (Kamala Harris!), and finally to Democratic nominee for US President (Hillary Clinton!). Between many others dropping off their ballots, the poll workers train their attention on the kids, who are most fascinated when one of the smiling workers takes the completed ballot from Daddy and slides it slowly out of the envelop into the ballot box. Whoa.

Fisher wants to stop back by home to put his ballot receipt and “I Voted” sticker in his “no touch” bin. (They each have a bin or drawer, the contents of which cannot be touched by the other.) Cory insists on taking her receipt and sticker to show her teacher.

All told, it’s a successful second “voting experience.” The first was filling out Papa’s ballot at home. The third will be most satisfying of all: voting for Clinton over the racist, sexist, unqualified buffoon in the fall…

…but Daddy digresses…