Today, I was driving with Bennett and Paul (who is sick with a horrible sore throat, bless his heart) to pick up Anderson from school. We were running behind, and as always seems to happen when I am behind schedule, I was driving behind a slow poke. I was on a two-lane road behind a man who thought 30 mph in a 45 was perfectly acceptable, which may have been a safer choice since he was constantly fiddling with something in the side and back seats while driving which caused him to swerve repeatedly.
Needless to say, I was frustrated, and in my frustration I said, "Come on, dude, DRIVE for heaven's sake." Bennett pipes up from the back seat, "That guy's drunk. He's a democrat."
Huh?
"He's a drunk. He's a democrat."
After some prodding, we discovered that Bennett didn't really know what it meant to be drunk or a democrat. When I asked him what a democrat was, he said, "It's people who are bad."
Being the parents we are, we explained what being drunk really meant and what a democrat was and that they are not (necessarily) bad people. Kinda. Okay, so maybe we didn't convince Bennett that democrats aren't bad.
But he totally understands that you have to drink a lot of alcohol to be drunk.
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