Madeline's political values

Have I mentioned how much Madeline loves to bring our current president's name up in any conversation?

I'm just going to let that statement soak into your soul right now.

For the longest time, she called American flags "Barack Obamas."

Seriously.

She would spot a flag a mile down the road and begin yelling, "Barack Obama! Barack Obama!" Or she would catch a tiny American flag in a photo and scream, "Barack Obama! Barack Obama!"

This was the primary form of entertainment at my family's Christmas Eve party at my aunt and uncle's house where American flags are abundant. Every time someone new walked into the room, my aunt would point and say, "Madeline, what is it?" She would reply, "Barack Obama." Someone else would walk in. Situation would repeat. Times 65.

(In case you think Joe and I are obsessed with President Obama and have encouraged this type of identification, let me just say my political beliefs line up with the party that starts with Re and ends with publican. That should clear up the idea of any idolized talk in this household.)

After many months and even more strange looks from curious passers-by, Madeline now only occasionally calls them "BarackObamaAmericanflags" as if it's one word.

Then today, she grabbed the seat of our rocking chair in the living room, began pushing it back and forth and in a sweet singsongy tone that went up and down in volume, she sang, "Barack Obama. ROCKING OBAMA! Barack Obama. ROCKING OBAMA!"

Seriously, folks. This is getting out of control. I have no idea what will happen next.

To the person who is whispering sweet nothings about the president in our daughter's ear, please know you have deeply impacted her life.