WHAM! (I kicked/tripped over Bean's little wooden footstool on my way back to bed.)
A: "You okay little Mama?"
M: (Groan.) Yeah.
Al gets up and moves the footstool back where it belongs.
M: "Obama won."
A: "How do you know?"
M: "I just went down and checked." (You'll note I didn't mention the real reason I was on the computer, which was to fix the comments on my last post.)
M: "I'm happy for our kids."
M: "They'll never know a time when someone with their skin color can't be or hasn't been President."
A: "Yeah, they're like mini-Obamas."
A: "Well, you led the way, honey."
M: "I did?"
A: "Yeah. You let a black man in your white house years ago."