Mom was late getting home from work today because she said she stopped to vote.
I smelled food on her. Didn’t she know we were home starving?
We decided to let you know what we thought of the voting thing that humans do.
I take this voting thing seriously. I wore my badge all night and was proud of it.
Not me. I yanked that sticky thing off of me and stomped on it. Don’t ask my why. I just had the feeling that’s what I was supposed to do.
That’s the youngster showing up in Steinbeck. He doesn’t understand the importance of voting.
As long as the gingers win, it’s fine with me.
How can the gingers win if you don’t even vote? Besides, the tuxedos are winning.
You’re asking mighty difficult questions on my empty stomach. I can’t think fast enough.
Well, all I can tell you is that if you were running the election, everyone would be eating instead of voting.
There’s something wrong with that?
I give up! Mom, you try talking to him.