Y'know, if they were seven years old, you'd want to pick them up and cuddle them. It would go down in the family history for years - every Thanksgiving, Grandma would say "You remember when we took little Oscar to Washington - and he wanted to go to the Electoral College? How we laughed!"
And Oscar, six foot two and 220lbs with a full beard sitting in the corner and squirming "Aw, GRANDMA! I was FIVE!"
Like the fumducks who went to DC looking for the "Electoral College." They thought it was an actual building.
Oh, dearie me.
Y'know, if they were seven years old, you'd want to pick them up and cuddle them. It would go down in the family history for years - every Thanksgiving, Grandma would say "You remember when we took little Oscar to Washington - and he wanted to go to the Electoral College? How we laughed!"
And Oscar, six foot two and 220lbs with a full beard sitting in the corner and squirming "Aw, GRANDMA! I was FIVE!"