She’s Got My Vote

Overheard conversation outside of a neighborhood school.

Little Girl:
“… Mommy, I said I was sorry.”

Mommy:
“I know you’re sorry honey, but sometimes being sorry just isn’t good enough.”

Little Girl [on verge of crying]:
“But I didn’t mean to get a ‘C’ on my spelling test! I studied and everything!”

Mommy:
“I guess you just didn’t study hard enough, did you?”

Little Girl [rubbing furiously at her eyes]:
“…”

Mommy:
“Oh honey, I know you didn’t mean to get a bad grade on this test and I’m not mad at you. I’m just a little disappointed.”

Little Girl:
“Why?”

Mommy:
“Because if you don’t do well in school now then you won’t get smart and you might not be able to do whatever you want to do when you grow up.”

Little Girl:
“Well, I could always be Pres’dent.”

Mommy:
“And how will you be President if you don’t do well in school?”

Little Girl:
“Well, you and daddy always say that the Pres’dent is dumber than a five year old, and I’m eight!!”

I walked away laughing so hard that I actually choked on my own spit.