I don’t think there is anyone more devastated about the 2013 election result than my three year old son.
We finally got around to voting this afternoon after being out and about all morning doing a few chores. Mr 3.5 had been talking about boats non-stop all day. It was the typical sort of chatter that you’d expect from a three year old so I didn’t think much of it, and certainly didn’t connect it to anything actually happening in the real world. He talks a lot of absolute nonsense most of the time.
It wasn’t until we left the polling station at our local school when I heard his little voice pipe up with great excitement:
Mr 3.5: (excited) Are we going to see the boats now!!
Hugzilla: (puzzled) No, we’re not going to see any boats now. Why would you say that?
Hugzilla: Aaaaaah, you thought we were going to see BOATS! Oh honey, no. We said we were going to go VOTE.
Mr 3.5: (plaintively) But…but…you said we were going to go to the boats….?
Hugzilla: (stifles laughter) Oh, bubba, I’m so sorry. There aren’t any boats. Daddy and I had to come and vote today. It means…that….uh…..well, it means that we aren’t going to see any boats today. I’m really sorry, baby.
Mr 3.5: (face downcast) Oh. OK.
I’ve never seen anyone look this devastated at a Federal election, with the exception of Kerry O’Brien anchoring the ABC coverage every time John Howard won another term in office.
Poor little dude. Turns out that this election was about the boats after all.