I was talking to my older daughter about a picture my mother has of me as a baby, naked under the dining room table, pointing happily at the pee I had just left on the carpet. I told her I wish I had a picture of the time when she was about nine months old and finger-painted with the contents she discovered in her diaper.The reason my daughter as a baby flashed into my mind at that moment is natural enough, I suppose. She's eighteen now, and today she voted in her first election. She says it's her second ("American Idol, Mom"), but it's the first one that counts. I was so proud it was truly difficult to breathe. I took pictures (making the pollsters very nervous) and told everyone who would stand still long enough to listen that it was her first time. I sent the pic to all the relatives and now I am telling you. If I could, I would grab you and make you look.
From finger-painting with her poop to voting. Jeez louise.
