As we pulled up to the voting station this afternoon, Isaac hopped eagerly out of the minivan. He got on tiptoes as if to peer into the building more easily. He yanked on my hand. “Do we have to bring our own boat?”
“Do we have to have a boat?” He looked at the building, perhaps beginning to wonder where all the water was. I explained that we came here for voting, not boating.
He is profoundly disappointed.