Bean and I watched the televised coverage of the inauguration completely enraptured. It took her awhile to understand that nobody was gettin' married, though, and disappointment shrouded the remainder of the day after I explained there wasn't going to be any Big White Cake.
Let's see. Thanks to me ONE TIME, in sheer desperation to find some sort of common ground upon which to build, likening the President to a, um, king (as all the founding fathers took one big collective whirl in their graves, sorry guys!) Bean now refers to the White House as "the castle" and the Obama girls as "the princesses."
Oh well. We'll get 'er there eventually, right?
The video'd interview with Bean? FAIL. She wasn't in her on-camera mood, so I ended up with 3 minutes worth of footage of me askin' 'er questions and tellin' her to sit up and look at me and her rolling her eyes and growling and sayin' "You're makin' me angry!"
Apparently I'm no Barbara Walters, but then again, I'm guessin' Barbara's never had to juggle her own camera in one hand AND a fussy, sweet potato-covered baby in the other while interviewin' her subjects.
That failure aside, I still think overall we accomplished the mission. Bean and I watched, she and I discussed, and she told Daddy about what she'd seen happen when he got home. My daughter, for whatever reason, only speaks the name of our new president as all one word, and it's always in all-caps with multiple exclamation points, like BARACKOBAMA!!!!
So the dinner conversation went like this:
Me: Bean, tell Daddy what we watched on TV today.
Al: Really? What was he doing on TV?
Bean: Oh (casually), you know, he jus' got born as the President of the world.
(Yep, hadn't even stepped foot in the Oval Office yet and already he's gotten himself a big promotion!)
Al: Really? What else?
Bean: Um. His wife brought a present to Mrs. Butch. It was a pen and a book, wif pages so she can write a story tomorrow.
Megan: What's President Obama's wife's name? Do you remember?
Bean: Um. The Lady?
Megan: Yes, the FIRST Lady.
Bean: The First Lady! And Daddy?
Al: Yes baby?
Bean: They have TWO PRINCESSES too. And one is a big girl and the other is even a BIGGER girl.
Today I asked her what happened yesterday and she got all cross and rolled her eyes and said, (And her tone was all, Gee whiz, lady, can't you REMEMBER these things? We watched it like, ALL DAY, for cryin' outloud.) "Mamaaaaaaa, BARACKOBAMA!!! rode in that big black car with the green glass and then he was the President. What's for breakfast?"
Made a huge impression on that one, it did.