(The scene is a small suburban neighborhood, which Spiffy is cheerfully canvassing, knocking on doors with her clipboard and pile of Obama/Warner lit. A man and his family are standing in the doorway of their house, enjoying the lovely fall afternoon.)
Spiffy: Hi! Are you registered to vote?
Spiffy: Great! Voting Obama, I hope?
Man: No way! We're McCain people. You know he's a trained killer? Don't you want a trained killer for president?
Spiffy: Ah, I prefer a diplomat...
Man: Obama's going to increase spending, raise taxes.
Spiffy: Well, if McCain keeps spending billions of dollars in Iraq...
Man: (interrupting, incredulous) McCain's not spending anything!
Spiffy: ...Alright then. Have a nice day, sir!
(Spiffy moves on. Shortly, she is joined by the man's cute 9-year-old daughter, riding around on her scooter.)
Daughter: Whatcha' doin'?
Spiffy: Registering people to vote!
Daughter: (automatically + enthusiastically) Vote McCain!
Spiffy: Naw, I like Obama.
Spiffy: But Obama's cooler!
(Daughter glares at her, little eyes narrowed behind her glasses.)
Daughter: I'm watching you.
(She pokes Spiffy, then follows her for the rest of the cul de sac, chatting about her hobbies, which include chasing squirrels.)
Gotta say, I hope this girl grows up to have a mind of her own; it's all well and good when little kids parrot their parent's views, but I know of people who still vote a certain party only because their parents did, and that's just kinda dumb.
BTW: This is my 50th post! Whoo!