Political endorsement, an update

For a moment this morning I thought that Edith had jumped on the popular bandwagon, swept by the latest whims of the electoral public. And then she clarified that she was committed in her choice of a candidate.

The scene: Early morning, G and T's bedroom. Edith sitting on the bed playing, me puttering around getting ready, NPR on in the background reviewing last night's Democratic debate.

E: Who is she?
G: Huh?
E, insistently: Who is she?
G: Who?
E: Lilluh...lilly...lilluly...kint..lilluhy kinton.
G: Hillary Clinton?
E: Yes.
G: She's a woman who wants to be president of our country. Do you remember what a president is? You talked about it on President's Day at school.
E: No.
G: It's a person who is in charge and helps makes the rules for our country.
E: [Pause, thinking.]
E: I don't want she.
G: What?
E: I don't want Lilluh...lilly...lilluhy Kinton to be she.

There was another pause, and then it seemed as though Edith were suddenly putting this conversation together with her experience at the polls three weeks ago. She broke into a smile and affirmed,

E: I voted for Harry. Yes, Harry!

And she nodded emphatically for about thirty seconds.

(Note: She did press the button in the voting booth, but she didn't vote for Harry. Please see the previous post. Tom is not the only one in this family guilty of gross manipulation of the illiterate.)