That’s right, not only was Thanksgiving Monday here, but election day was today. Americans, it is fine if you are confused.
It was an entirely Canadian day. This morning Noah’s school went out to a farm and each child picked a pumpkin out of the pumpkin patch, and fed some geese.
Then we tackled voting with Noah:
“Why can’t I go on the boat?”
“What’s a gobernment?”
(After some discussion we said we pick the people who will be on our team to set the rules, so at the polling station:)
“You want to be on my team Canada?” (to random people)
“I can make an X!”
“when will I be 18? Tomorrow?”
Afterwards, in the same way that those who study Torah for the first time receive sugar, we continued our tradition of going to get doughnuts at Tim Horton’s. (See? Canadian.) Noah had a little monologue in the back seat:
“I’m going to get a chocolate one. A BIG chocolate one. I don’t like the white ones so much. They taste… white. I don’t love the tiny ones. I love the big chocolate ones.”
Then we ice-skated home to the igloo, sang “Un Canadien Errant,” ate moose by the light of the blubber lamp, saluted the Mountie down the road, and went to sleep. No, really.
Cute. :-)