Preschoolers for Obama.

Today while observing a preschool class, they were electing a new line leader.

Ms. M: You want to vote for someone who you think will do the best job leading the line and will lead by example. Who do you think will do the best job leading the line?

3-year old: BARACK! PICK BARACK!

Ms. M: Obama is running for President, not line leader.

Another 3-year-old: I WANT TO VOTE FOR OBAMA!

Seriously. The kids know it. Every time I think about the elections and all we have riding on it, I can cry. While I'd like to think that race plays no part in who I voted for, I still get misty when I think that two hundred years after Abraham Lincoln was born, we are at this point in our history. It took a long time, but I'm glad to be a part of that time now.

There have been a few of those moments in my life when I think about future generations of Americans reading about it in history books. Up until this point, they have been memorable for bad reasons: 9/11, Hurricane Katrina, the New Depression we're in now...

But this.

This has the possibility to be a New Deal or Neil Armstrong moment.  An "I Have a Dream" moment.  A moment in American history of which I am so thankful to be a part.

Or the other guy could win...I am mere hours away from total exultation or despair.

I think the preschoolers are right: Barack Obama would be the best candidate to lead our line.