This morning, before the sun rose, Matt crept into Maia's room to say goodbye before he left for work. He leaned over into her crib and whispered that he was sorry that all of his hard work had come to nothing, that this world would continue its careening spiral, and again and again he was sorry.
Still asleep, she popped out her nuk and hollered in her best Maggie Simpson voice: "OH-TAY!"
You are forgiven.
This morning, after the sun rose, I went into John's room to wake him up. My mom had sent him an Electoral College map with donkey and elephant stickers, which as any parent knows is always a big hit. He stayed up for most of the eastern seaboard but then I sent him to bed around 8 p.m.
"John," I said when he was awake, "I have some bad news."
"John Kerry lost. Bush is going to be around for another four years."
John pouted a little and then yawned. He scratched his head and thought for awhile. Then he said, like any good pundit, "Who did Minnesota go for?"