So it's a nice day, and we're walking around the neighborhood, me and the boy, and suddenly he stops, points at an American flag on a store window, and says, "Obama." And I'm thinking, Man, ain't that something.
I mean, someone, at some point--maybe it was me, I don't remember--watched TV with the boy, and when Obama was giving a speech in front of a flag, that person said, "Obama," and now the boy thinks the flag is an Obama. But beyond that, this story is a reminder of--
And I know we're all disappointed about SOMETHING, and we all would have done much better jobs as Presidents, but there's something about a two-year-old boy pointing at an American flag and saying, "Obama," that brings back the hope we had felt before the election and the change we still long for.
But not really.
Because a minute later, we're crossing the road. Walking toward us are a black kid and his mom. My boy stops, points at the black kid, and says, "Obama."