An Inspiration and a Sourpuss

We went to the Obama rally at UNR this morning. It was really neat to see the man who is quite possibly going to be the next president of the United States. I made sure to point out to our kids that they are watching history, because if he is elected, he will go down in the history books as our first black president. Its surprising how much of an interest and the vast amount of knowledge about the candidates kids now actually have. I was asking my 10 yr old neighbor why she would vote for Obama and she went into specific details about Obamas tax plan and foreign policy intitiatives. When I was 10, all I was thinking about was nintendos and sleepovers.

We arrived at 730am but were disappointed to find out that Obama wouldnt speak until 10am. Yikes. Would the kids last that long standing up in a crowd packed like sardines? Nope. The kids behaved well for about the first hour (keep in mind, they hadnt even had breakfast yet), and then we decided to forfit our jam packed spot and walk out into the field so the kids could run around and play. And thats just what they did - in the middle of the baseball field they wrestled, played tag and gymnastics.

A lady sitting next to us turned to Jake and said "Can you control those kids?" to which Jake looked at her, paused for a good 10 seconds, and responded "No. But you are welcome to move."

Maybe it was PMS or something, but I could feel the anger welling up inside me. Just as I was about to go over to her with my mother bear oh-no-you-didn't attitude and explain how my kids were behaving; given how far we had walked, how long we had stood in the crowd, and the fact that we were on a BASEBALL field (not in a restaurant or an art gallery), the singer came on the stage to begin the national anthem. Of course, then I took control of the kids and forced them to stand still during the rest of the rally.