President Princess: an election fairy tale.

President Princess.

It has an interesting ring to it.

In yesterday’s post, I spoke of taking my granddaughters with me for the 2016 presidential vote. I wanted them to be part of this historic event, marking the first time that a woman was one of the two major party candidates on the ballot. I feel it’s important that they be able to share with their children and their grandchildren their memories of going to the polls for this occasion.

I seized the opportunity to share the story of Susan B. Anthony and her pivotal role in the 19^th Amendment, and of the significance of this moment in history.

One was excited and interested, and she asked lot of questions.

The other one proclaimed in advance that the experience  would be “boring” and had little desire to learn.

But then things got interesting.

As we arrived at my designated voting location, we stopped to look at the posted ballot, and reviewed the host of candidates. The six proposed constitutional amendments on the ballot provided another opportunity to touch upon how laws are made and changed.

The girls scanned the choices and squealed with delight when they came upon the “Trustworthy Compassionate” presidential candidate—Princess Jacob-Gambro.

“Princess! Look, Nana, a Princess! I think you should vote for the Princess!”

Indeed.

President Princess. That would be a first.

I had to chuckle.

After all, that whole royalty thing has worked out pretty well for the British.

Then I realized that if everyone took their children and their grandchildren to the polls, and if the little ones had their way, we would, indeed, have a Princess as Commander-In-Chief.

Alas, I ultimately did not cast my vote for President Princess.

But I did collect, with much delight, my “I Voted” Blue Dog sticker featuring the work of renowned Louisiana artist George Rodrigue. (Can I just say that this is, by far, the coolest vote sticker ever?)

The girls were thrilled when they were given stickers as well.

On our way out, both girls ran ahead to the posted ballot once again, and this time both were engaged. They each ran through all of my voting choices, pushing the imaginary buttons and “casting” their votes by pressing  the button in the bottom right corner.

They then held up their Blue Dog “I Voted” stickers and posed for a photo to document the occasion for future generations.

When they returned home, they shared their newfound voting knowledge with their mom, who had just gotten home from work.

Then they provided reassurance as to the choices Mom would have as she prepared to head to the polls.

“Don’t worry, Mama,” said the oldest of the two. “If you can’t decide who to pick, you can vote for the Princess.”

You’ve got to admit, it would make for the ultimate fairy tale ending to this story.