Tonight, I let Z stay up to watch the State of the Union address. I remember being forced to watch it as a child, and dying through each excruciating minute, wishing I were playing video games or getting a booster shot. But she was about to go to bed and caught me watching the President getting into his limo from the White House, and then played the civic duty card to stay up late. I told her, “Okay, you can stay up and watch, but this is what we’re doing, so you have to try to listen, alright?” I’ll be damned if she didn’t stick it out to the very end. Not just passively, either. During the hour+ speech, I addressed the following questions from Z:
- Why did they introduce a cabinet?
- What’s a degree and what’s a diploma? (And do I have either or both?)
- Do you think I could be a teacher, too?
- Why did he just talk about Facebook?
- Why are some of the people standing/clapping and others aren’t?
- What is health insurance?
- Who are the people in the black robes?
- Is that guy behind him crying?
- When he says “party” is he talking about…?
- Did you just make that sound about Michelle Obama? That’s the sound you make about the girl on Mythbusters… (I make no apologies, on either count.)
Anyway, the idea is that she actually listened, and asked questions–all of which I took as good signs.